[She's attacked the monastery now, defiled the Holy Tomb — there is no acceptable explanation. Dimitri breathes rapidly, bordering on hyperventilation. Only the weight of Felix's hand on his shoulder and his head pressed against his back allows him to realize what he's doing. He's afraid to actually touch Felix in this state, but... Dimitri holds his breath, turning to face him and lowering his head to his shoulder, arms hanging at his sides.]
She's gone. She has been for a long time. Whatever they did to bleach the color from her hair took her soul along with it.
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[She's attacked the monastery now, defiled the Holy Tomb — there is no acceptable explanation. Dimitri breathes rapidly, bordering on hyperventilation. Only the weight of Felix's hand on his shoulder and his head pressed against his back allows him to realize what he's doing. He's afraid to actually touch Felix in this state, but... Dimitri holds his breath, turning to face him and lowering his head to his shoulder, arms hanging at his sides.]
She's gone. She has been for a long time. Whatever they did to bleach the color from her hair took her soul along with it.