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Medium

This is a normal woman, doing her normal job. She has no clue that she's just ferried up a contingent of the Weeping Eye.

Medium

She's playing it too normal. File under 'Goon, potential'.

Medium

The autopilot is immaculate, all things considered.

Medium

Opposable thumbs- check.

Easy

No hint of accusation. He's convinced he is misremembering somehow.

Medium

He strips you naked with his gaze, on his expression a desire that is not lust.

Easy

That vibration that you can feel through his skull -- the prelude to sobbing.

Easy

He even makes the same sound you make when you're thinking.

Easy

A tone so venomously sarcastic it's worse than no admission.

Easy

He shrinks even as he is suggesting.

Medium

The last time you spoke, there was a hint of desperation in how he insisted he was the original. Not anymore. Now he's had days to indoctrinate the idea into himself.

Easy

It's not just earnestness... what fills his voice is a kind of anti-irony. A wilful, forced belief.

Legendary

As if an equation is forming in which you are subtracted.

Challenging

Desperate yearning.

Challenging

A fighter's chin.

Medium

A fanatic's certainty, forged through sheer trauma.

Formidable

The burning, twitching gaze she fixes on you transmits the message with telepathic clarity -- you will not distract her -- she is onto you.

Medium

The posture suggests prayer, but a violent one -- every muscle clenched and quivering.

Easy

The air quivers alongside her movements.

Challenging

Though she speaks fluent Illuminado, she is not Luzian.

Challenging

Three hundred tiny windows, ghost hands tapping on the glass.

Easy

You all seem uncomfortable in a crowd.

Medium

The light cowers from you.

Easy

He's subsisting on these alone.

Medium

Excitement sliding into her voice. This gorefest is a painting of her own personal revenge.

Medium

A slightly weightless tone in her voice. Gravity suspended.

Challenging

Asked as if the question scared him.

Medium

His voice is reasonable, calm -- utterly at odds with the sparks of fear behind his eyes.

Challenging

Let it go. This is as far as you'll get on this.

Medium

And he can't wait to tell you.

Easy

Absolute conviction behind his words. This is no bluff or bait.

Challenging

A trace of concern that you've pre-achieved the very thing he was attempting to do when you found him.

Medium

A shade of jealousy.

Medium

Visual only. No touching.

Medium

Oh yeah. Mentally snapshot this. He's impressed.

Medium

No irony here. No dress rehearsal either.

Medium

None of that sounded real. It was a scene from fiction, from an espionage novel.

Challenging

Behind his gaze, he is cast in iron. You are being entrusted with this.

Trivial

Deceptively blank. Just behind, his perfect memory ticks and whirs like ancient clockwork.

Medium

A laser beam of suspicion.

Easy

There's nobody in there.

Easy

You're not sorry. You wouldn't have done this if you were.

Easy

There's nobody in there.

Easy

He shows you a quick smile. Relieved but anxious.

Easy

No judgement in his voice. His curiosity is innocent, almost childlike.

Easy

A dry, barking laugh, it reverberates off the walls of the cell and back into the receiver.

Easy

He did not, in fact, mean it.

Formidable

A wariness in his voice. Even now he thinks the Weeping Eye may have ears as well.

Challenging

His seething anger appears genuine. No false notes in his voice.

Challenging

Wait. A discrepancy, like a false note.