Nina
I was in my tower weaving nightmares
Twisting all my smiles into snarls
Twisting all my smiles into snarls
The physical labor demanded by the task at hand was wholly unusual for the Keeper, but she struggled along all the same, forcing her shovel through the hardened earth through determination more so than strength. The ground slowly gave way before her ministrations, and though it took some time, she had eventually coaxed the dirt back into the shape it was meant to hold. Sweaty and tired, Nina crawled from the trench to return to the others, wiping a mud-streaked hand across her forehead as she went.
The eastern side of the trench had its own struggles, and Nina surveyed the area to find a section that needed to be banked and shored up beside a segment that seemed to be filled with various weaponry. Frowning, she considered for but a moment before beginning to gather up debris. "Is there a need to keep the remnants?" she asked Deimos as she began. "Or would burning them be more efficient?"
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Nina chooses Part B, and suggests burning away the weaponry and snow.
The eastern side of the trench had its own struggles, and Nina surveyed the area to find a section that needed to be banked and shored up beside a segment that seemed to be filled with various weaponry. Frowning, she considered for but a moment before beginning to gather up debris. "Is there a need to keep the remnants?" she asked Deimos as she began. "Or would burning them be more efficient?"
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Nina chooses Part B, and suggests burning away the weaponry and snow.
They say what doesn't kill you makes you aware
What happens if it becomes who you are?
What happens if it becomes who you are?
