Ophelia
There's no future left for you and me
I was holding and I was searching endlessly
The thundering and banging eventually subside, but Phi is a true-blue Grounder, so they stay firmly planted until Danta’s knock and familiar voice come through the battered doors. Now normally this is a no-no, but unless allogators have learned to talk and they have to start worrying about weirder things than messed up space-plants, Ophelia doesn’t have to worry about mimics and monsters. I was holding and I was searching endlessly
Opening the doors, Phi looks over the destruction with a little hum. “Unfortunate. How rude of it not to die quietly.” Their tone is mildly disappointed, and it’s incredibly unclear whether they’re being sarcastic. The moment passes quickly, and Ophelia flounces over to the wood pile to select appropriate materials to begin nailing them to the bottom of one of the doors, heedless of their leggings as they kneel on the muddy Temple floor.
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Phi starts nailing wood to the bottom of one of the doors!
But now there's nothing left that I can do
So don't be blue
So don't be blue
