"The darkness - the pain - it will kill you all. We're all going to die."
"We're not going to die. We're going to stop this, and after we do, I'll come back here to you to prove it. Now, is there anything there we should look for specifically? An object, a marker, a person? Or something else?"
"The place where darkness swallows the light. So much death, so much pain... You can smell it - all around - in the air. You'll see... You'll see it. Darkness swallows the light. Go. Save us."
"We will" Sarael said with conviction, speaking for the first time since she entered the cell. It broke her heart to see Julius' level of suffering and despair. Yes... he could definitely use a touch of Astra's light.
Moving a little closer, she sat down on the floor so she didn't tower over him. "And, she's right" she continued, gesturing at Lady Tamaria. "We won't die. We're Templar —I'm sure you've heard of our order—, and there's no darkness, no evil, that can stand before Astra's light" she said earnestly, her tone soft.
"She, and the other Gods, haven't abandoned us —haven't abandoned you... So, before we leave, will you pray with me?" she asked, extending a hand across half the distance between them, where she simply held it, palm up in offer, waiting —she didn't want to force or disturb him, and so left the choice to take it up to him.
"Here, I'll start" she said, hoping to coax him out of the corner. "Astra, Eternal Star above, bless and watch over us this day. Let your light fill the hearts of the lost, the despairing, those who have forgotten the good of this world; let it wash away the darkness of fear and hopelessness. Lighten the burden of those, like this man before me, who have suffered at the hands of evil..." and on she spoke, her tone soft and almost rhythmic —in a way that only ever happened when she prayed—, hoping with all her heart that she might help the poor man in even some slight way.
"... If you want to talk to her, head on in, but don't expect much of an answer. She hasn't hurt a fly except for the one time that guard tried to get her to stop painting. So just don't touch her knitting supplies and she shouldn't do a thing to you."
Great, the woman was crazy and mute. Still, some of the images the warden had described sounded eerily similar to the works of shadow or demonic magic, and Kristina couldn't help but wonder if she'd seen something...
"How long ago was this? How long has she been here?" she asked the warden.
“Hm… well, I might as well give it a shot. You might want to check on other pri- uh, patients. See if they’ve heard anything from or about Solon.”
"The other two looked even worse off than her" she replied deadpan. "But feel free to try" she said, giving Tibur a 'go ahead' gesture towards the woman's cell. For her own part, she simply leaned back against the wall beside the door —speaking with the old woman seemed like a hopeless endeavor, but she'd listen in on the off-chance that something came out of it.