[Benedikta, meanwhile, is still so very lost and confused and angry. She isn't sure what to think of this—them recognizing him, the crystal that spreads through, talk of needles. It doesn't take much to put two and two together and figure out, but she stands there in shock for several what feels like very long moments.
"Grab him!"
One of the men rushes at Cid, but Benedikta interferes. With a loud WHOOSH, she's crossing the room with wings out, colliding with the man and sending them both crashing into the table.]
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"Grab him!"
One of the men rushes at Cid, but Benedikta interferes. With a loud WHOOSH, she's crossing the room with wings out, colliding with the man and sending them both crashing into the table.]
What is this!?