DR5 - Mirrored Embers - Chapter Six - Finale [Surviving Participants + Jane win]

say, you wouldn’t happen to have the lilith marking on your wrist?

”Miracles.” Matilda nods.

(random question is this reference intentional)

Fascinating. Of what sort?

”I don’t…is this a cruel joke?” She lifts her arm up, clawing at her wrist in despair.

What if… this is all just an illusion…?

Maybe… we’re supposed to walk into the mist…?

uh no don’t do that!
i was just wondering, since people are claiming to have signs on their wrists

“Come on, people… just be patient… It’s nearly time for my grand entrance…”

That mysterious voice again! Where is it coming from?

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now I do not mean any offense… but it appears I cannot see a signature on your wrist. I know I have one too, yet nobody has pointed it out.

“I wonder how much these marking really mean to…well. Whatever’s happening.”

His words clearly sounded as if he was dumbfounded, his confused tone of voice adding onto that.

“Also…yes. My family is quite wealthy, yes. It’s not really an important matter to talk about, though,”

“So… close,” Arthur whispers, staring at those gathered around him. They were all so different, but… potential. It was there.

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(yes it’s intentional)

“Why do you want to know? Are you going to steal my gifts for yourself? Pass them off as your own? Take credit for the only good things I can do with my worthless life?”

She slumps over, all the fight gone. “No…it’s fine. You can if you want.”

Maybe… from above…?

Jane walks into the mist. They dissapear for about 10 seconds, then emerge on the other side.

No?

It’s just an interesting concept. Don’t fret too much.

: )

What kind of gifts… can you create…?

Arthur slides over. “Give the child some space. Literally. That’s the best thing we can do for her.”

(I do have one actually)

Matilda glances up from the bloodied mess of her wrist to the other boy. “A key…the mark of the Wounded Healer.” She barks out a derisive laugh. “This is definitely some sort of cruel joke.”

Chiron smiles upon you, you know.

(I also have one. I think we all have one)

I don’t think it’s some joke. Pardon me, however, for wanting to keep it secret.

’That girl has some serious issues’, he thought.