WEEK 13 - I can't lie to you about your chances, but you have my sympathies.

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the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (13)

sunday (41) survivors Something in the air breaks, shattering from deep within space itself - and to accompany that sensation is a psychic scream. The ship shakes, coming to a screeching halt as a bright light explodes outside it. It pulses, not unlike a heartbeat, that crawls and crawls along at a slow, grueling pace. The last illusion has been broken, the last mental tie severed and crushed. You've done well up until now, and you can reap the benefits of Her labor; the dead walk among you, after all, and as Her scream rings out, a burst of energy shoots through the residents of the Pygmalion. It's clearly a desperate bid, but it doesn't root itself in place. Instead, you feel lighter than ever - Her attempt to claim you has only unraveled the string that kept you in place. The 40% limit has been lifted, and you are at full capacity. The chains have been broken. Go freely, heroes. taken list profiles private conversations setting rulebook ENTER COMMAND_

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[tevinteriscoming]

I hardly know how to answer that question.

[He seems a little surprised by it, honestly.]

There are decisions here that I've made that I'm not proud of. I don't want to bore you with excuses or philosophical meanderings. Ultimately, I suppose I felt it right that you know that I know that your life mattered. It wasn't something to take lightly.

I'm often poor at expressing such sentiments; insouciant to the point of disrespect and insincere. But there are things in which I would like to try to be better.