There's incense mixed in but I thought it was the priest not...
[It doesn't matter. Their worst moments are being laid out in front of them, and he is being told he cannot run from these great hounds. There is something else here, some story Sypha can't name yet, but he trusts her utterly.]
Hunted. I...I understand. [He hates it. He hates it as he feels the hot breath of one of the dogs on his back, feels Sypha's terribly warm hand in his through the gloves.]
How far...?
[How long must we endure? How many miles must we walk? How far must we go?]
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[It doesn't matter. Their worst moments are being laid out in front of them, and he is being told he cannot run from these great hounds. There is something else here, some story Sypha can't name yet, but he trusts her utterly.]
Hunted. I...I understand. [He hates it. He hates it as he feels the hot breath of one of the dogs on his back, feels Sypha's terribly warm hand in his through the gloves.]
How far...?
[How long must we endure? How many miles must we walk? How far must we go?]