At the far end of the hall, a figure became visible. There was no mistaking it. From the tattered clothes she wore, to her glowing, haunted eyes, to the wings folded at her back... Patch was approaching with a hollowness in her face that her former companions would hardly recognize.
"Then it's time to bring this all to an end."
She took a few steps forward, then turned to look back at the young girl. "You were right not to follow me. Don't follow me now either. Where I'm going, only tragedy should follow."
With that, she headed back into the hallway.
Patch released her grip on the woman, letting her drop to the floor once more. She took a few steps toward the hallway, seeming distracted.
"So they're looking for me... how they arrived here, what they've done since, it is all irrelevant. That they're here at all tells me everything I need to...
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