[@Letter Bee]

The Cultists, a handful of about twenty members, we're purified- the hatred and terror stricken from them. Their memories were almost completely gone, splotches and spots, and while a few began to organize, as well with some of the guards, Hope itself speaking in their minds- others were left as little more than dolls.

Sarah, her heart nearly broken from what the priests crystal had shown her, said nothing as Mikhail would take her and begin following a cultist to a room. As they drew farther from the pit, the blue moon shining into it and the Machine sitting quietly, it's true purpose yet revealed, the strength that came to him would decrease with his distance, the glow stifled within him, and the power would rush out with a sigh.

[i]Mikhail, [i/] Hope would speak within him, quieter now, it's presence still felt but no where near as large a being as it was before, [i]You have done well here my child. Rest easy now young Peacemaker and tomorrow when you rise, I shall tell you that has happened here. You have much to learn if you are to be my Champion. Do not worry, here I can walk among you while the blue moon still sits Fits height and the way to the aether lies open. Much is about to change for you, young one. Rest. You will need it while you can.[i/]

With that his voice and presence would almost entirely be gone, only a faint sense of a bright light that was there before, but has gone around the corner. Fatigue would catch you, tired, sore, and painful, and you would know that perhaps a lot of things would be better in the morning but there were a lot of things to come.

The room you would be led to would be small, little more than a head barrack, a large cot of a bed, tech ready to communicate to some outside source, a chair, little couch, even a small kitchen and bathroom, all the necessities of a studio apartment, with little of the comfort that could be found even there.

Sarah would sit, taking a deep breath, and hold herself on the bed. For now it would indeed seem rest is best, and with a simple touch, the feelings of Hope would calm you both and promise dreams of a better morning.