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[beshackled]

"This is Erichthonios. Apologies if I have missed your transmission. Should you feel inclined, pray leave a message, and I shall be sure to return word to you."

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[beshackled]

[A sharp intake of air hisses into his lungs; as careful as Emet-Selch is with his words, the statement stings. They're dead. They're all dead. And... by the sound of it, they went down fighting.

He is silent at first, focusing on breathing through the shock of it all. It hurts. 'Tis worse than the scrape of the phoinix's talons.]

How very like him, to fight on until the last... He is... so very devoted to his duty...

[Head dipping, he whispers his friend's name, voice trembling. As though the universe might hear him.]

...Themis...

[But he is not here. His friend isn't here. And right now, nothing will change that.]

[emet_sulk]

Mm.

[ 'Fighting' is-- well it's not wrong. Lahabrea had certainly gone down fighting the Warrior of Light, from what Elidibus had said. But he knows Lahabrea would have been sensible enough to flee if he could. A miscalculation resulting in a larger headache for him.

That had been the start of their downfall, if he thinks about it. ]

We did our duty. The star is in the people's hands now.