[When Daniel first pledged himself to Elias, it had been a hushed, feverish prayer, the kind of prayer a man would whisper as he lay dying, desperate for last minute salvation. Please get me out of this mess. I can't take this any longer. Please.
He hasn't spoken with Elias since.
Today, he arrives in the arcade with a little more composure, his satchel heavy on his shoulder. The orb rests inside of it, an uninspiring, dull blue that seems to mock him with its mundanity. He removes it gingerly.]
H-Hello? Fourth God?
[He pauses, swallows, and then readjusts his position, lifting up the orb so that it catches the light of the colourful arcade machines.]
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He hasn't spoken with Elias since.
Today, he arrives in the arcade with a little more composure, his satchel heavy on his shoulder. The orb rests inside of it, an uninspiring, dull blue that seems to mock him with its mundanity. He removes it gingerly.]
H-Hello? Fourth God?
[He pauses, swallows, and then readjusts his position, lifting up the orb so that it catches the light of the colourful arcade machines.]
I'm ready to help you.