Armstrong responds with a monotone "Eh". She idily wonders if she'll ever see out of her right eye again, because now her only keepsake of the Space Ananke will be the dust that's mixed with her blood on her windbreaker.
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Armstrong responds with a monotone "Eh". She idily wonders if she'll ever see out of her right eye again, because now her only keepsake of the Space Ananke will be the dust that's mixed with her blood on her windbreaker.
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Joshua stares mournfully at the rusted powder that used to be his gun and his knife. "Sure," he mutters, following the group towards the Sanctum. Seeing Armstrong and her ruined trophy collection, he offers, "Maybe you could mix the dust with clay and make a sculpture." He pauses a moment, looking at the other cracked, brittle pieces of Ananke. He wouldn't mind a trophy himself... something to remember this by. But he passes it by; no need to do something that would raise a few eyebrows about the Sentinel's sanity.
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~~Narration~~
Using Animus' familiar as a guide, the group slowly makes their way back to Animus' Sanctum, where he slices through the Gauntlet and they leave the Shadow behind.
(( Begin new thread; Scene ends; Armstrong is over Paradox effects ))
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