[ It's a casual sort of response. At first Kettara bristles, thinking she ought to explain why it was so important, this thing she died trying to do. But she takes a breath and lets it go. Stone isn't from her world and has no context for what was important there. And it ought to be enough that she died well. So many others never have the chance to die with such honor.
And what else can they do in this place, but accept dying regardless of the form it came in? There's nothing for it. No point in dwelling obsessively. They are here and they must survive what comes next. ]
It's like the wound never happened at all.
[ She makes a face. ]
My armor was crushed, when I first arrived. I cannot wear it now.
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And what else can they do in this place, but accept dying regardless of the form it came in? There's nothing for it. No point in dwelling obsessively. They are here and they must survive what comes next. ]
It's like the wound never happened at all.
[ She makes a face. ]
My armor was crushed, when I first arrived. I cannot wear it now.
[ That had been painful, if nothing else. ]