𝐅𝐈͟𝐑͟𝐒͟𝐓͟ 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

⠀⠀ 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 … 𝑬͟𝑽͟𝑬͟𝑹͟𝒀͟𝑻͟𝑯͟𝑰͟𝑵𝑮.

…do you need something.

marrok a bitch.

you died. i brought you back.

⠀ ⠀To the 𝑪aitiff 𝑪hoir goes the 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐬—𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 again.

╭─── · · ⟢ · · ───╮ 𝐼𝐹 𝑌𝑂𝑈 | 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝑊𝐴𝑁𝑇 𝑇𝑂 | 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐵𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐾 𝐹𝑅𝐸𝐸, | 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 . ╰─── · · ⟣ · · ───╯

ᅟ 𝆹ㅤ𝅄 ࣪ 𓈒 𝕽𝖾͟𝗑ᅟ𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗲ᅟ ⋆𝆬ᅟm͜αje͡s𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓈𓂃 ㇁ ᠉ ִֶָ⁠ 𝗤𝗨𝗜ᅟsal𝘃͟𝗮͟𝗻dosᅟ𝓼𝘢𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘴ᅟ𝑔𝑟𝛼𝜏𝜄𝑠ᅟ 𝟏 = • (ᧉclıpsᧉ) ! 𖥔 ᅟ

ᅠᅠ 𝒴𝘰𝘶 𝑑𝘰𝘯‘𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝓫𝓮 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩. ᅠᅠ

Hm. Then she shall not push to figure out what decorated his back...doesn’t mean she would stop her analysis of him. She was quiet as she did so, noticing his arms had fallen to take the same positioning her own did. She couldn’t ignore the /feeling/ she got, the numbing -

Eyes study the people around him, trying to find any sign of the Inquisitor. With no signs, he moves into a store. This one has multiple entrances -- but he's hoping that won't screw him over.

“ 𝐼 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓇𝓊𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒻 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒… … 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓈. “

𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐀𝐍

"ᴛᴇʜ ᴍᴀɴᴅᴀ'ʏᴀɪᴍ ᴛɪ ᴋᴀʀ'ᴛᴀʏʟɪʀ ᴅᴀʀᴀꜱᴜᴜᴍ."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑱͟𝑶͟𝑰͟𝑵͟ 𝑻͟𝑯͟𝑬͟ 𝑯͟𝑬͟𝑳͟𝑳͟𝑫͟𝑰͟𝑽͟𝑬͟𝑹͟𝑺⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐈’𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟