( The unusual sound of her voice would flag Helena’s attention immediately, even weren’t watching the woman’s hands so intently. Drawing closer, the way Helena holds herself is strange, head hanging slow as she cranes her neck to look up at the woman, something almost akin to a snake or bird in how she shifts and sways.
The closer she comes, the easier it is to make out the details of her dress - an old fashioned wedding dress, like something from the Old West, splattered and soaked with blood. Her expression, though, is a little less dangerous. )
You are not hearing?
( It was sad thing, children being punished for sins of their parents. Children suffered too much because of the people guiding them, carving their flesh as though their were statues to be made from marbles.
Still, her expression twists at the thought of matching DNA, and spits on one of the puddles of blood. )
Then these are being work of devils. Wretched, unclean copies.
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The closer she comes, the easier it is to make out the details of her dress - an old fashioned wedding dress, like something from the Old West, splattered and soaked with blood. Her expression, though, is a little less dangerous. )
You are not hearing?
( It was sad thing, children being punished for sins of their parents. Children suffered too much because of the people guiding them, carving their flesh as though their were statues to be made from marbles.
Still, her expression twists at the thought of matching DNA, and spits on one of the puddles of blood. )
Then these are being work of devils. Wretched, unclean copies.