[She had noticed, subconsciously, but the changes had been so gradual that by the time her intuition really started tingling it had been far too late already. That, and she had been preoccupied with her own problems: the draft, her injury, Luke's death, and even worst than that, Ion admitting that he's dead. Even now, the thought makes her cold. And guilt too, but that feeling is always present, lurking right at the edges of her consciousness.]
[Biting her lip, Anise nods stiffly, her mind immediately going to Luke's death again. It wasn't so long ago...Could this be a replica thing? If it is, then what can they do? Dist isn't here, the Colonel isn't here, they don't have anyone to turn to - ]
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[Biting her lip, Anise nods stiffly, her mind immediately going to Luke's death again. It wasn't so long ago...Could this be a replica thing? If it is, then what can they do? Dist isn't here, the Colonel isn't here, they don't have anyone to turn to - ]
[But first things first.]
Have you asked a healer to help yet?