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[The forest echoes with the sounds of metal on metal, the high-pitched dragging sound of a knife being sharpened.]

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[Tear is sitting, dragging her knife along a small whetstone with a practiced ease. Her expression is focused even if it's not on what she's actually doing. A million thoughts are going through her mind all at once, keeping her hand white-knuckle tight on the knife, the movements sharp and precise as though wasting no extra energy.]

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[After a moment she inspects the knife edge carefully, wiping the edge clean with her gloved hand, before turning the knife over to even out the edge.]

It's happening. It's actually happening. How could I have not seen this?
Even the others... Major Legretta... how far does this go? Who else is involved with this?
It doesn't matter. It's not going any further.

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[He's quiet for a minute, his gaze as thick and heavy as the silence.

He could offer an apology for deliberately manipulating Tear and Luke for a desired outcome. He could offer himself in the scenario that Akzeriuth fails completely, and condemns Tear and her time to a darker dimension.

But he does nothing of the sort. He's not that apologetic, at least not openly, and he'd rather not sabotage things by watering any seeds of doubt. All he can offer is a rare moment of honesty, his voice rough and warm and familiar.]

Good luck, Tear.

[They'll both need it.]