"She wasn't angry, Jon. Sad, yes. Full of regret. But not angry, like it was the sad but inevitable fact that she would die and those placed higher would live on instead. You were a young manager, in difficult circumstances, but you were still her manager, whether by merit or this...boys club she spoke of."
Carefully, Jean tears the page from their notebook. This they press, firmly but not harshly, to Jon's chest.
Their voice does not raise. They are not shouting. But in their words and eyes is the same intensity Jon just experienced from the destroyer that taught Jean.
"Make it right. Go to the temple and make it right. Beg if you have to, shout if it will work, but plead the case of Sasha James before Manager Mortanne. If there is an obstacle, I will help you remove it. If she is a prisoner, I will destroy her jailers and devour the Light behind their eyes while they curse the vile world that spawned me. But you, Jon, must make it right. Don't let her last memory be longing to touch this place, only to know she will be abandoned again."
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Carefully, Jean tears the page from their notebook. This they press, firmly but not harshly, to Jon's chest.
Their voice does not raise. They are not shouting. But in their words and eyes is the same intensity Jon just experienced from the destroyer that taught Jean.
"Make it right. Go to the temple and make it right. Beg if you have to, shout if it will work, but plead the case of Sasha James before Manager Mortanne. If there is an obstacle, I will help you remove it. If she is a prisoner, I will destroy her jailers and devour the Light behind their eyes while they curse the vile world that spawned me. But you, Jon, must make it right. Don't let her last memory be longing to touch this place, only to know she will be abandoned again."
"Please."