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OMETOTCHTLI

[You find yourself in a bright white room, the door locked shut behind you. There's a long glass table in the middle of the room, with an unsealed envelope on top—it contains your instructions; if you can't read them yourself, you'll hear Nyssa's voice whispering in your ear, reading them aloud for you. Surrounding the table are enough glass chairs for everyone to sit down.

The floor is made of glass, and taking up most of the wall opposite the door is a window. The room beyond is currently empty …]

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Just a bit.

If we use all nine pardons, that might do a lot of good.

It could, yeah.

[ taking a deep breath ] ... I can sew a sense shut first?

How will you manage? Your healing factor won't work.

No, . . . I'll do it. I'll be able to talk without my mouth.

A-are you sure?

Well, what's another loss to a cripple, eh? I'll still be able to talk with my powers.

[ slowly nods ]

Alright.

Now that that's settled . . . We have to choose who will be left out.

It's a hard choice.

. . . Convict Six. If I had to choose.

[ looking at the list once more before nodding ]

Yeah, alright.

I'll be fine, Liter. Don't worry.

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