who stole your heart and the key?

[steelmyself]

In the dark, you taste something sweet and tart on your tongue, almost like apple but not quite: pomegranate juice, out of nowhere. A hint of something metallic accompanies it.

You fall down.

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Re: THE CHASM

[steelmyself]

It bears your weight just fine.

The moment you step out onto the tenuous bridge, though, a cacophony of wails of despair and rage erupt around you, coming from below. With them comes the powerful desire to fling yourself into the abyss.

Re: THE CHASM

[unaffective]

[She bites down on her lip hard enough to draw blood, to distract herself with the pain. Why should she care about other people's screaming? Who helped her?

When she gets out of here she's going to stab Haku for making her feel things.

She can't put a name to that idea, or to whatever made her ask that question, but she knows what she felt to cause both - it's not hers so she can identify it.]

Re: THE CHASM

[steelmyself]

Despite the wailing and screaming, and worse, the urge to join those who suffer below, the bridge of swords remains steady beneath your feet. Do you continue?

Re: THE CHASM

[unaffective]

[It's not her urge. It's someone else's. She doesn't want it.

> Continue.]

Re: THE CHASM

[steelmyself]

Eventually, you make it across.

The ground grows warm beneath your feet as it slopes down, and the air smells of fire as you continue onwards.