A broken voice was his reply. Ryoka stood in the cavern of the Dragon, bleeding, fingers broken, weeping. As Teriarch woke and realized what he saw, she shouted at him, screamed. “Why? Because I can’t do it myself! I can’t! And you—you didn’t know! Do you even care?” “Care? What’s going on? Why are your fingers—” Teriarch stared at Ryoka, befuddled. She strode towards him, and the gold Dragon looked into her eyes. Ryoka’s voice was hoarse, and she was trembling. Still crying. “My friends! Everyone I love! He’ll kill them all! Is this a game to you? Didn’t you think about what the consequences
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