[The ground beneath them isn't concrete, not anymore. In the blue haze, the world isn't quite right anymore.
The ground is now compacted dirt, dry and yellow as it is, covered in sharp pebbles and splatters of black daemon blood. The moon overhead, for now, is their only source of light. The Glaive couldn't risk revealing their position, not when the Empire's been hot on their heels.]
Can't go losing you out here, not at this time of night.
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[At least Nyx never loses his sass.]
You alright there?
[The ground beneath them isn't concrete, not anymore. In the blue haze, the world isn't quite right anymore.
The ground is now compacted dirt, dry and yellow as it is, covered in sharp pebbles and splatters of black daemon blood. The moon overhead, for now, is their only source of light. The Glaive couldn't risk revealing their position, not when the Empire's been hot on their heels.]
Can't go losing you out here, not at this time of night.
[It's always worse at night.]