Bodies of Chosen with the same tattoos on the back of their hands as the ones who’ve done crimes. The thought of I can’t let them die goes through the Chosen’s heads, and suddenly the Chosen shift. Their bodies become more snakelike, foreign of the humans that they used to be. I have to save them. Another scenario, this time a thriving city in a desert. A shadow passes through, almost like a plague as Chosen turn into something monstrous. They start to rip and tear into each other, infecting the next person with the shadows. A thought rips through the current Chosen’s minds, despair as the thoughts of I can’t save them happen. The image flickers, and cuts. Then there’s just a bunch of ruins in the middle of a desert, former technology buried in the sand. Another scenario, this time a city surrounded by water. The image looks a little hazy, but... over time, the water rises, and rises. It rises through the tiers of the city, drowning it all in water. The water recedes, and the life that had been bustling around before are now gone. I couldn't save them.
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You and I both know that were I to end you here, you would simply be brought back.
[ Emet-Selch’s eyes flick over him, though his gaze doesn’t linger overlong. ]
With your soul worse off for it.
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[He grasps the hem of his robe and swings it about, rattling the chains around his waist.]
'Tis all that ever mattered.
[A scowl twists his face, then quickly evaporates.]
What were we talking about?
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If you've a complaint to lodge, out with it already.