grovel harder marino <3
Around the Courier, the origami stars have separated several feet away from each other and are hovering in mid-air. A thick, viscous, black substance leaks out of them in clumps.
THE COURIER: NOW, I DO BELIEVE IT'S TIME TO END COMMUNICATIONS.
MARINO: WAIT!
Marino falls to her knees and grovels.
MARINO: Please, I want to understand what we did wrong. There must've been something!
A little ways away, Num watches the goo from a nearby star with an expression of abject horror. Ísja is tying one end of the scarf to one of Num's wrists.
NUM: OoOoOh what now?
Still watching the stars, Num leans toward Ísja slightly.
NUM: ...Ísja, tie it faster.
ÍSJA: I'm trying!
Lani and one of the cultists holding her back watch the stars as well.
CULTIST: What...
We can see the cultist's horrified eyes beneath their mask.
CULTIST: ...are those?
grovel harder marino <3
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