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Amara was watching the conversation unfold, a pounding headache tempting her to just turn around and leave. The rhythm of her heartbeat was sounding through the base of her skull, like an axe trying to cut her open. It was a miracle she hadn’t crashed into a tree on her way here, but Amara looked stone-faced. To everyone else, it looked like she was just a little impatient right now. And deep down, she [i]absolutely[/i] was. She had an infinite choir of voices in her head telling her [i]no[/i] at this very second. Among other things.

Bad fucking day. 

[color=789caa]”The [i]Pit?[/i] Absolutely [i]fucking[/i] not. Lynn, did you go insane or something? Nothing good comes out of there,”[/color] She interjected, having pieced it all together from listening. [color=789caa]”You go there, you’re gonna see shit like the Stygian Snake left right and center. If you [i]somehow[/i] survived, you’d go mad. Fucking insane, psych ward, straight jacket and everything.”[/color]

[color=6644ff]”We could-“[/color]

[color=789caa]”Shut your discount Eric Draven looking ass up, Hawthorne,”[/color] Amara cut him off real fast. Amara looked at Lynn with a noticeably bloodshot look in her eyes. [color=789caa]”Aaron’s right. That just ain’t an option. I mean… Just, how the fuck are you even getting there?”[/color]