[Isabela keeps struggling for several moments, breathing heavily and panicking too much for Yuuna's words to immediately register. She eventually bites her lip to force herself to stop, letting Yuuna work.]
[A specter of a balding, goateed man appears to match the voice. Despite blood dripping from a deep slash wound across his throat onto his expensive silk shirt, he speaks with no trouble.]
She stays because she doesn't know anything BUT the chains. 'Trapped' by her mother. 'Trapped' by me. Now she's trapped by Union, only she doesn't have anyone to have murdered to get out of it.
[Isabela, with some difficulty, opens her mouth again.]
How many times do I have to say it? Someone else had your fat arse assassinated! I just took the opportunity and ran with it.
[Isabela's own voice echoes back from the cave walls, distorted into an entirely different statement.]
Luis? Yeah, I had his fat arse killed. A handsome fellow did it as a favor, and for the rings on his fingers...
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[A specter of a balding, goateed man appears to match the voice. Despite blood dripping from a deep slash wound across his throat onto his expensive silk shirt, he speaks with no trouble.]
She stays because she doesn't know anything BUT the chains. 'Trapped' by her mother. 'Trapped' by me. Now she's trapped by Union, only she doesn't have anyone to have murdered to get out of it.
[Isabela, with some difficulty, opens her mouth again.]
How many times do I have to say it? Someone else had your fat arse assassinated! I just took the opportunity and ran with it.
[Isabela's own voice echoes back from the cave walls, distorted into an entirely different statement.]
Luis? Yeah, I had his fat arse killed. A handsome fellow did it as a favor, and for the rings on his fingers...
[Luis (apparently) chimes back in.]
Always with the lies, Little Beauty...