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Edith stared at her dear Keeper from a house long abandoned. A heavy cloak of black draped over her shoulders, the mask of her uniform tugged over her nose. Even from shrouded in shadows filtered daylight makes her skin blistered and sore. But she could not, would not abandoned her brother even in these final hours. Her eyes train critically on her doomed brother, catching his sleepless eye. Edith pulls down her mask just enough to mouth a prayer, a goodbye. "Sithis guide you, Honored Keeper."