[she's not sure how many years it had been so far. ten? twenty? five hundred? even Ichirin had a hard time keeping track when there really was no concrete way to distinguish day from night. Murasa softly exhales, her body still steaming from being submerged in the boiling blood for so long.]
Yeah... yeah, I'd like to.
[if her heart were still working it would skip a beat. this woman- Seiga Kaku, wherever she had come from- maybe she's here to help them get out? is this the exit they've been searching and waiting for all along? Murasa doesn't want to raise her hopes, but.]
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Yeah... yeah, I'd like to.
[if her heart were still working it would skip a beat. this woman- Seiga Kaku, wherever she had come from- maybe she's here to help them get out? is this the exit they've been searching and waiting for all along? Murasa doesn't want to raise her hopes, but.]
Can you get us out of here?