002 ☆ voice;

[precludes]

[They will argue about moral choices until the city burns away. The choices here are ugly, and knowing the outcome regardless of their actions makes them uglier.

She never does this. Oriko has always believed that action is better than telling. People don't listen to soothsayers; truths must be learned on their own time. Never once has she simply come forward with information like this - everything was a speech, a story, a revelation, pulling threads and nudging.

She sounds, frankly, cold. Detached, but hoarse.]

What I have to say is brief, if you will hear it.

Here is what is going to happen:

There is no conceivable escape for Exiles at the shoreline. The fate they will meet there is no different. Guns wait for them, and death.

Don't send them down there indiscriminately, rashly, unless you send them knowing that.

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[fortissimos]

That's why I'm doing this. It doesn't matter what happens to me.

[precludes]

And if you're the one who falls? What happens to them?

[fortissimos]

I'll try again.

I can heal whatever they do to me. I'll keep going until I make a difference.

[precludes]

[She doubts that, but:]

I have only heard you mention yourself.

[fortissimos]

I'm a distraction. So long as they're focused on me, people should be able to sneak through.

Nobody else needs to get involved. [ She knows it's probably a one-way trip, at least for her. ]