The City of the Specter, Atem's Palace

[metagame]

The corpse sinks to the floor
Even the brightest gold, even the sharpest blade
Becomes sand, becomes dust

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[strawsandals]

You're Atem.

[ He struggles, but he gets back onto his feet. The heals help but the pain persists - still, he won't give up. ]

With or without him - you are my friend. I won't let the God of Conflict take you away.

[ We, rather, but...

He shuffles his way up to Atem. He barely doesn't make it but he manages to put his hands on Atem' forearms. ]

You don't need to do this anymore.

Please come back.