Dragoncrest Cliffs i pull god's roots out

the chill sets in deeper, sinking into her marrow, making her blood slow. bobby's voice is so loud in her skull she almost tells him to shut up--instead he keeps talking. .
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ḧ̶̹̞̲͚̘̪̳̯̦̒̈́͞ͅe̸̢̳̠̠͙̥̳͆̋͐́̅͛͂͝d͉̩̼̭̠̀̿̎̒͘̚̕a̴̢̻̹͓̪͍̼̭̙͙͊̿̀̑̓͊̈́͌ i̗̳̣͖̳̮͇̲̖͊̾̽̾̿̒͘̕̚̚ş̵̠͚̗͙̖̝͖̲̳̋̈́̌͑͡ ď̮̞̤̖͇̺́̆̃̄̆́͘̕ͅḝ̱͙̠̘̜̪̆̄̀̐̈̇̚͟
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.ad,

the final syllable the knelling of a bell.
she is much too cold to cry. "what do you mean talk her out of it?" she asks, her voice clear and steady, as if bobby is just reporting some rote issue from border patrol, as if it's something she can straighten out and continue on her day. she understands what he's saying and it is why she is ice, but she does not understand all the same, because there is no way for nomi to be dead. it is impossible. it can't be possible.

oh, god.