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The falling red gem was snatched from the sky in an instant, and Amy found herself jerked across the blinding white room. She landed coarsely beside a dirty-haired man, who fixated his vicious gaze on her. He chuckled deeply, flicking the gem skyward and catching it over and over. “Amaranth, oh my flower! How I've missed you!” Flick, catch. Flick, catch. "It's been [i]far[/i] too long since-"

Once again Amy was flung across the ground. The gem was snatched a second time by a male figure behind him, this one in regal clothing and flowing black hair. "You remember me, Amaranta? We had so much fun!" He shuffled towards the fallen cleric, fingers tapping all along the gem. Amy's body shuddered in involuntary reaction. "Too bad my lungs failed me just days after you left, mija. If only it was in you to save me!"

Amy swiped her finger across her lip. "Fuck off. You didn't–"

Suddenly she was lifted from the ground, arms lifting her from beneath her back and knees as if she were a damsel. With a shiver, she looked up to see her new captor: Largo. He roared with laughter, his expression as jovial as ever. "Sorry boys! Better luck next time, hahahaha! Oh wait." But in a flash all cheerfulness in his visage vanished, now replaced with wide eyes. Realization. "I'm dead, aren't I?" Amy refused to meet his eyes. "I guess I'm not worth saving, huh?"

Largo's body vanished with a puff of smoke, and Amy was back on the floor. More familiar voices rumbled and roared behind her, but she never looked back. "Not falling for this bullshit. I'm not that... ... ...!"

Instinctively her hands jumped to her lungs and throat, fumbling as she struggled to breathe. Her eyes turned skyward, finding her gem once again at a lofty height. Directly below it stood Marcus, holding his staff up to keep her jewel afloat. His smile widened as Amy looked his way. "Marcus, no, you're not..."

And then... a feminine voice.

"Monster! You're a monster!"

Amy exhaled sharply. "Trixie?"

She lifted her eyes to see the prankster on the floor before her, with tears flowing down her cheeks. In her hands was... a seedling. Trixie's glare focused on Amy's own. "You could have saved him, Amy! Why didn't you save him!?"

The cleric said nothing, still choking for air as her hands continued running atop one another. Then there was more pressure - another hand clasped atop her own, belonging to one of the many males crouching nearby her - Don's. "Ooh, I hope he gives me that thing next!" Another hand piled atop his, this time Dylan's, then Syed's, who both muttered something similar. But Amy's attention was on Trixie.

"You worry about yourself so much you can't help anyone else! How? How can you just sacrifice lives like this!? You're selfish, Ames! Selfish!"

Amy could only avert her eyes back to the skybound gem. The room began to darken. "Father..." she gasped. "Please... this is not what I..."