[She's still trying to sort out in her head what the fuck just happened. Did a flame just... run in and steal her bracelet, and then proceed to run off? And now Cid is chasing after it? Benedikta stares down at her empty wrist, the feeling a bit strange as her hand wraps around it. She's so used to having it on, and even with it being such a tiny little thing, she feels so naked now without it. Just like the pendant she's wearing.
But that moment of reflection only lasts for as long as that—a moment, before she's whipping around and running after them at a speed she can't recall ever running before. There's a wind that helps to carry her too, so she catches up with Cid in no time, her hand moving to the hilt of her sword.]
What the fuck is that thing!?
[And around another corner it goes, it's laughter echoing all throughout, as if taunting her.]
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But that moment of reflection only lasts for as long as that—a moment, before she's whipping around and running after them at a speed she can't recall ever running before. There's a wind that helps to carry her too, so she catches up with Cid in no time, her hand moving to the hilt of her sword.]
What the fuck is that thing!?
[And around another corner it goes, it's laughter echoing all throughout, as if taunting her.]
I'll snuff you out!