[That's a lie. The most vivid memory that crosses her mind most nights, when she isn't drifting back to Glamoth's fall, is Stelle's horrified face back in Penacony. When Death had speared her through the chest and flung her away like a broken doll. The pain had quickly overtaken her, but she can still so clearly remember the trailblazer's expression when she reached out for her...]
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[She looks from Stelle to the spot where the corpse had been. She hadn't gotten too good of a look at it, but that much blood... could it have been...?]
... Come on. [The mech's hand reaches out to Stelle, so similar to right before their fight.] The books can wait. Let's get you some fresh air.
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[That's a lie. The most vivid memory that crosses her mind most nights, when she isn't drifting back to Glamoth's fall, is Stelle's horrified face back in Penacony. When Death had speared her through the chest and flung her away like a broken doll. The pain had quickly overtaken her, but she can still so clearly remember the trailblazer's expression when she reached out for her...]
...
[She looks from Stelle to the spot where the corpse had been. She hadn't gotten too good of a look at it, but that much blood... could it have been...?]
... Come on. [The mech's hand reaches out to Stelle, so similar to right before their fight.] The books can wait. Let's get you some fresh air.