audio; un: Sabriel.Abhorsen

[bindsthedead]

They're dead.

[Sabriel's voice comes out, far more emotional than her usual, carefully controlled tone, far grimmer than the bubbliness she'd faked while undercover. Instead, Sabriel sounds like she's on the edge of hysteria.]

They were dead the whole time- that was why the orb started draining me when I tried to sense them- it was blocking me but now I can't stop feeling it-

They all died. All at once. Hundreds of deaths all at the same time. But there aren't any spirits- and that many people, all dying so suddenly, some of them should have tried to linger. But there's nothing.

No spirits. Just the death.

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[bindsthedead]

I'll manage. I wouldn't be much use as Abhorsen if I couldn't tolerate being around death.

But I want to get out of here as soon as I can.

[scarcastically]

Wasn't really asking the Abhorsen.

Anythin' we can do?

[bindsthedead]

['Wasn't really asking about the Abhorsen' gets a weak but sincere smile out of Sabriel.]

I don't think so. Some time out of town will help, but that will carry its own risks.

[scarcastically]

Think we can manage a little time off with a body-guard. I've got my suit, it hasn't let me down yet.

[bindsthedead]

Thank you. Maybe we can see what's out there too.

[scarcastically]

It's worth a look.

[bindsthedead]

Thank you. Where should I meet you?

[scarcastically]

Just by the saloon. We can head out from there.

[bindsthedead]

All right. I'll meet you there.

[scarcastically]

See you soon.