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Her thoughts were still whirring as Taura took the stairs three at a time.
Would he find someone to replace her? Would he go after Aguilar, or would he take this insult as an excuse to crack down on the Institute? Or even let up on them, only to prove his power again and again?
None of those sounded appealing. And where are
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The Scarecrow took to the stairs quickly, glad they seemed to be doing well, especially in comparison to the previous night. He was already bracing himself for crossing the Horrible Hallway, though. He had to have courage, as Lion would tell him.
Especially when his 'dancing partner' looked more unsure by the moment. He looked over his shoulder to make sure she was still following, catching sight of her stiffer posture. He came back a few steps to bring himself closer to her, taking her hand for comfort.
"Now, don't you worry! If they ever come to get you in the night, I'm sure someone will come looking for you. I'll do it myself, if I have to!"
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"Thank you," she managed. It was strange, but she could swear that things felt different in this place. Stronger. More real. Perhaps it was her near humanity, and this was akin to how humans felt emotions. It was a strange thing, really. As was this comfort, small and spontaneous as it was.
"You're very kind. I'm sorry, it's just the idea of losing control of my own mind..." She shook her head. "It's the only thing I still have." Even her 'freedom' was only an illusion. Her master was gone, but this Landel held all of the cards.
"I'm all right." She squeezed Frank's hand softly, and offered a weak smile. "Let's keep moving."
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"Don't be scared," he said, keeping hold of her hand as he turned back and continued up the stairwell. "Some of us lost our minds a long time ago, and others never had them at all, and we've gotten along just fine. Well, in a way."
[To here.]
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