Camilla Hect, Camilla the Sixth, is in fine form, no sign of puncture wounds or broken bones or any damage whatsoever. Gideon has no idea what Camilla has been up to for the last several mindfucks. Her memories are hazy and unclear most of the time before Harrow left the lights on and the nonsense that followed (this here eventually being one kind of mindfucking nonsense). Nothing for it.
“Doesn’t look like siphoning,” Gideon comments. That’s a low bar to beat, but having gone through it some number of times, Gideon feels it’s a fair starting point. “Doesn’t look like you need a necromancer for it.” Gideon tilts her head. It looks simple. So did the walk across the room uh oh vaporization test. Camilla has a point.
“I don’t know half these clowns, but what’s the worse choice—letting them do it or doing it ourselves?” Camilla is one of the most badass people Gideon has seen fight. “What’s the worst that can happen—dying?” Been there. Done that. Didn’t even get a crappy shirt.
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“Doesn’t look like siphoning,” Gideon comments. That’s a low bar to beat, but having gone through it some number of times, Gideon feels it’s a fair starting point. “Doesn’t look like you need a necromancer for it.” Gideon tilts her head. It looks simple. So did the walk across the room uh oh vaporization test. Camilla has a point.
“I don’t know half these clowns, but what’s the worse choice—letting them do it or doing it ourselves?” Camilla is one of the most badass people Gideon has seen fight. “What’s the worst that can happen—dying?” Been there. Done that. Didn’t even get a crappy shirt.