and then there is silence, for a moment, as the figure in the veil watches them. there is silence, and then there is not silence. there is a cacophonous chorus of whispers, in all four of the justices's voices. you can't make out what they're saying, but the voices... they sound familiar. people you love, people you have failed to save, people swallowed up by the dirt - they are judging you. they are disgusted. guilty, guilty, guilty. and there was not even a defense against it. you know. you know that you are worthless. you feel it.]
[and the sky changes again, and it grows dark. it’s not the pale grey any longer - it is like the darkest night has suddenly descended. the few sort of wispy clouds in the sky come together to form this wild spiral shape immediately overhead, and those four stone statues, they lean way down now, and they bring their stone-wrought, motionless faces into view. they look directly at you. and one speaks, once more.]
The three of you will fall short of glories. So it is known and so it has always been known. Our judgement is decided.
[and then? you can't breathe. the grit forms into stone, and it fills your mouth, and throat, and lungs, and you know, with a certain sort of horror, that you yourself are drowning in concrete. you are becoming stone, your hands and feet going numb, your eyesight fading and your hearing a tinny, horrible ringing until...
there is nothing. sylvain, estelle, and diluc are dead.
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and then there is silence, for a moment, as the figure in the veil watches them. there is silence, and then there is not silence. there is a cacophonous chorus of whispers, in all four of the justices's voices. you can't make out what they're saying, but the voices... they sound familiar. people you love, people you have failed to save, people swallowed up by the dirt - they are judging you. they are disgusted. guilty, guilty, guilty. and there was not even a defense against it. you know. you know that you are worthless. you feel it.]
Sylvain Jose Gautier, Estellise Sidos Heurassein, and Diluc Ragnvindr, our providence has witnessed your past deeds and found you wanting.
[and the sky changes again, and it grows dark. it’s not the pale grey any longer - it is like the darkest night has suddenly descended. the few sort of wispy clouds in the sky come together to form this wild spiral shape immediately overhead, and those four stone statues, they lean way down now, and they bring their stone-wrought, motionless faces into view. they look directly at you. and one speaks, once more.]
The three of you will fall short of glories. So it is known and so it has always been known. Our judgement is decided.
[and then? you can't breathe. the grit forms into stone, and it fills your mouth, and throat, and lungs, and you know, with a certain sort of horror, that you yourself are drowning in concrete. you are becoming stone, your hands and feet going numb, your eyesight fading and your hearing a tinny, horrible ringing until...
there is nothing. sylvain, estelle, and diluc are dead.
...]