[Dark eyes fasten to her multiple ones, unblinking in the intensity of their scrutiny. The last glutinous droplets of the Drifter's blood spatter wetly across the ground, and they shake their fingertips dry. The pink hisses faintly as it dissipates in a static-like cloud of some sort of blackish aura.
What have they to lose? The Immortal Cell's destruction did not cure them, so what possibly will?
At long last, the Drifter bows their head in acquiescence. The sprite hums as it projects their answer.]
oh god SORRY MUFF
What have they to lose? The Immortal Cell's destruction did not cure them, so what possibly will?
At long last, the Drifter bows their head in acquiescence. The sprite hums as it projects their answer.]
very well.