[ The creature hunches forward as it trembles, all of the roots moving in a flurry as if it’s alarmed in some way. A hand reaches up towards its “face” and enters into the cavity with the skull, but it only agitates the roots further. It takes a step back like it’s going to flee, but Childe’s voice catches its attention. It turns so the hollow skull seems to be looking at him, but there’s an answer delivered to them both. It’s pained and afraid, delivered with the many voices, but one male voice is clearer now. But it only says: ]
YES.
[ There’s another image pushed to them with the empathy of Communion, desperate and almost pleading to try and push something through. It’s just a a face. Your face, a moment ago when you were running through the woods. Manon.
But it’s like a crack as Communion cuts out suddenly, and finally, there’s quiet other than the sounds of the woods and their labored breathing as the creature claws at its woody body before the roots that make it up quiver and it lunges with great force towards Childe. There’s something desperate there now, more feral and afraid than the lumbering and deliberate monster. But its roots are no less sharp for it as it claws at whatever it can grab. ]
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YES.
[ There’s another image pushed to them with the empathy of Communion, desperate and almost pleading to try and push something through. It’s just a a face. Your face, a moment ago when you were running through the woods. Manon.
But it’s like a crack as Communion cuts out suddenly, and finally, there’s quiet other than the sounds of the woods and their labored breathing as the creature claws at its woody body before the roots that make it up quiver and it lunges with great force towards Childe. There’s something desperate there now, more feral and afraid than the lumbering and deliberate monster. But its roots are no less sharp for it as it claws at whatever it can grab. ]