Chapter III
...I'm sorry to bother you this evening, but we need to talk. We have not met, but I am Lilly Pendragon, of the Republic of Tinto.
Miakis was killed last night. She fought honorably to the last. I thought it only fitting you knew.
[Phone call--Monday evening.]
This is madness. Has anyone seen a young man named Caesar? I've been searching for him, and no, it has nothing to do with this...foul week.
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[She hadn't planned on killing her target, but Lilly Pendragon was not as strong as some others. Despite her heroic speeches and bravado, the hallucinations were taking a toll on her. With Hugo left behind as a guard, she went for a walk, heading to the house where Minato lived. It was easy enough to find, given that the drones were too helpful, but she didn't go inside. She stood outside, trying to ignore the voices she was hearing and the people she was seeing.
Her father was important to her, yes, but now her people--faces she recognized the bakery, friends she studied and trained alongside--were everywhere, and all of them were condemning her. They would not love her like her father. She was too weak.
Lilly Pendragon, however, had taken a firearm and her machete. Was this really the right course of action, though? She stood outside, watching, unsure of what she was capable of.]
Miakis was killed last night. She fought honorably to the last. I thought it only fitting you knew.
[Phone call--Monday evening.]
This is madness. Has anyone seen a young man named Caesar? I've been searching for him, and no, it has nothing to do with this...foul week.
---
[She hadn't planned on killing her target, but Lilly Pendragon was not as strong as some others. Despite her heroic speeches and bravado, the hallucinations were taking a toll on her. With Hugo left behind as a guard, she went for a walk, heading to the house where Minato lived. It was easy enough to find, given that the drones were too helpful, but she didn't go inside. She stood outside, trying to ignore the voices she was hearing and the people she was seeing.
Her father was important to her, yes, but now her people--faces she recognized the bakery, friends she studied and trained alongside--were everywhere, and all of them were condemning her. They would not love her like her father. She was too weak.
Lilly Pendragon, however, had taken a firearm and her machete. Was this really the right course of action, though? She stood outside, watching, unsure of what she was capable of.]