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

voice, private (augh)

[postpones]

Huh? [though not visible, Oriko can likely picture her stopping in her tracks] What does that have to do with anything?

[aaaaahh NO now isn't the time to start getting all philosophical! An impatient sort of sound follows, as she reminds herself that she really should be running]

permanently so;

[precludes]

[Kirika's confused: She can tell. It was an unfair expectation to lay on her, when Oriko can't even answer the question. Forced to find another path, where will they be led?]

It's nothing.

If word spreads, this will end poorly.