Kore, I swear you’re way too good for a brothel. You deserve a life spent in a playpen with kittens and puppies and baby squirrels, and tiny birds fluttering about you.
A little bit misshapen. If that isn’t the sweetest thing. Hatsuo tells me they’re good; he ate five of them already. I bite in one of them, and while the flavor of strawberry mixed with lemon is there, it is barely there.
“Is it good?” she asks.
But now, guys, I hope you have your diving gear at the ready, because the waters of Spoilerland lead to dark, frigid depths.
Suddenly and unexpectedly, we hear the sound of glass shattering. Someone hurled something through a window, a something lands right at our feet:
I try to kick the bomb away but Zafra tackles me to the ground. A blast rends the very air assunder.
Ever quick to act, Zafra rushes outside with Thassia, hoping to catch whoever caused this.
But Kore… The lower half of her body is gone. Simply gone. Strips of mangled flesh drenched in blood dangle from her. Inmeats slouch out of her, creating a goreful mound. Wisps of acrid smoke escape from tubes and a strange, blue liquid mixes itself with the red of her life.
We all glance at one another; words are unneeded.
Yet Kore is still conscious and, struggling to speak, asks if everyone is ok. We reassure her. Then Kaywin goes about inspecting the insane amount of augments present in Kore, desperately attempting to fix her somehow. But our mechanic does not recognise even half of these augments; and Kore screams, causing Kaywin to immediately stop whatever she was doing. Jasen tells me to apply pressure to a deep blood-gurgling gash on Kore’s neck, and I do so—but without any conviction. Isutyr, for her part, recites the last rites.
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