[This time, she doesn't follow him. Instead, she stops in front of the gurney and leans against it, supporting her weight on her hands. Ultimately, one cultist isn't a threat to her. At least not one this small.
She taps one nail noisily against her plated arm. She paints the picture of someone attempting to recall a very deep memory.]
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[This time, she doesn't follow him. Instead, she stops in front of the gurney and leans against it, supporting her weight on her hands. Ultimately, one cultist isn't a threat to her. At least not one this small.
She taps one nail noisily against her plated arm. She paints the picture of someone attempting to recall a very deep memory.]
The Citadel, wasn't it?