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G'raha Tia (Ph.D) ([personal profile] exarched) wrote in [community profile] diademooc 2025-05-19 09:34 pm (UTC)

[ He'll need time to fully process this later. Having a mutual threat is working in his favor as he can put his full concentration on getting out of the building entirely. The rain is almost a welcome reprieve because it at least feels right, frehs--or, well, as fresh as it can be in a city like this.

G'raha slows to catch his own breath, resting his hands on his knees as he bends over.

Nothing about what happened in that room was expected. The strange water, the backwards locking system, the fear that was all but palpable. But why? What purpose could all of that serve? And they were specifically requested to lend their assistance as well. A trap, surely. To what end? Were not they and those supplies more valuable alive?

It's Emet-Selch's voice that breaks his chain of thought and G'raha straightens, reminding himself how an already confusing situation was made infinitely worse by this man's mere presence.

And yet, now, G'raha Tia owes him his life.

Ugh.

G'raha's brows pull together, the rain plastering his hair to his face. His ears instinctively stay down close to the top of his head. Were this anyone else, G'raha would readily offer his assistance with any injury, either it being simple first aid or what magics he has at is disposal...

Surely Emet-Selch is more than capable of healing himself. ]


...

[ Gods, he owes this man. Would dying have been preferable?

G'raha looks away, back to the building they narrowly escaped. ]


What purpose this all has served is beyond me.

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