Hm. [Shelke's normally impassive, child-life face settled into one of uncertain apprehension, as she found herself mentally running through the list of people who were better off dead. It was...fairly long. And full of explosions.]
That's an unpleasant thought.
[She finally deadpanned. Ah the joys of understatement. After that though, she drew in a breath and rose to her feet. Still unsteady, but at least she didn't have to grab Aerith just to remain upright.]
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That's an unpleasant thought.
[She finally deadpanned. Ah the joys of understatement. After that though, she drew in a breath and rose to her feet. Still unsteady, but at least she didn't have to grab Aerith just to remain upright.]
We probably should not remain here.