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.

Comments

[invocation]

Bullshit! You don't get what I'm saying, because you're still doing the same stupid thing...

[She's had enough of this. Her voice has cooled by the time she responds again.] I'm tired of arguing with you. I'm coming to find you.

[fortissimos]

[ She laughs, but it's hoarse and shaky. ]

Good luck. [ She's probably well beyond the range of telepathy, now, and the outlands are a big place. Big enough to stay lost in. ]

[invocation]

[The feed just clicks off at this point. She's too frustrated to continue fighting over this, and they're on borrowed time now.

Whether or not retrieving Sayaka is ultimately a pointless task, she's going to try anyway.]