[ Emet-Selch clenches his fists. Something about this just does not sit right. One of the other figures in a red mask calls out to him, asking if he is ready - they cannot wait any longer - and he glances towards them agitatedly before turning back to the assembled crowd.
He remembers someone walking away from him to join them. Someone familiar. ]
I cannot. I cannot let you die. Enough sacrifices. Enough!
[ He clutches his head now, face twisted in anguish. Even as stars continue to fall from the heavens and dash themselves against the planet below, he is torn. ]
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He remembers someone walking away from him to join them. Someone familiar. ]
I cannot. I cannot let you die. Enough sacrifices. Enough!
[ He clutches his head now, face twisted in anguish. Even as stars continue to fall from the heavens and dash themselves against the planet below, he is torn. ]