[She turns to face Gale and shakes her head accompanied by a complexity in the expression of her green eyes.]
He didn't make me from whole cloth. Not like the others.
[And it's left at that.
At his beckoning, Amelia steps out onto the cold stone floor. What lies before them is something that looks and feels unmistakably like an underground dungeon illuminated by torchlight and the distant sound of dripping water from an unknown source.]
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He didn't make me from whole cloth. Not like the others.
[And it's left at that.
At his beckoning, Amelia steps out onto the cold stone floor. What lies before them is something that looks and feels unmistakably like an underground dungeon illuminated by torchlight and the distant sound of dripping water from an unknown source.]
Hm. Dreary.