Cessily is a swirl of mercury, save for the chest up; her hands are long claws and her head is spiked.
Cessily: I don’t know what you’re talking about and I don’t care. Not anymore. But I’ll die a thousand times before I let you hurt anyone else.
Sooraya: And I stand beside her.
Sooraya is a swirl of dust, only her face distinct.
Sooraya: If today is the day I die, then let it be a death that makes Allah proud.
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