“That woman. Can you help her?” Mark’s voice sounded rough-edged. It hadn’t been used in its full capacity for a long few weeks.
Hmm.
Help her reattach her limbs, sure.
Help her out of this dreadful state of being? Probably not without killing her, like with Pagoda.
“Her mind is gone, and not in a way I think I could fix,” her voice was hushed.
In this state, her mind being gone might be a good thing.
“Okay.” Mark walked over to Murder Rat and adjusted her position against the wall until she was more horizontal, almost lying down. He crossed her claws over her chest, and then formed an orb of light the size of a tennis ball.
Gonna blow her up? I suppose that’s as good a way as any to put her bodies out of their misery.
Just a little messy, but this place is already partly blown up and covered in lots of Hack Job dust and some blood anyway.
“Rest in peace, Mouse Protector,” he said.
I wonder if he knew her.
He placed the orb of light in the gap where two claws crossed one another, just over her heart, then stepped away.
Boom.
There was a small explosion and a spray of blood.
Rest in peace.
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