[Benedikta takes the air, flying down so that she can land on her feet in front of the man. She stares down at him as he trembles, his lip quivering like he's trying not to cry. Pathetic, really.]
How long does the crystal take to spread, do you suppose?
[He looks up at her with pleading eyes, as if she is here to help him, but she simply fixes him with a bored look before she glances at Cid.]
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How long does the crystal take to spread, do you suppose?
[He looks up at her with pleading eyes, as if she is here to help him, but she simply fixes him with a bored look before she glances at Cid.]