[This was it. With that, she finally enters in the last command and hits enter. It's right then the keyboard in front of her is dripping in blood. Blood from a sword. A sword that's been run right through her. Blair chokes, trying to gasp for air blood seeping from her wound, her mouth....
( "Blair...!? No!" )
She doesn't have to look behind. She can already tell who's charged at her - for a moment, a sense of guilt washses over as she barely manages a faint smile followed by her next (and last) words.]
... Good. This-- this is how it should be.
[The blade is still run through, but she's already feeling her consciousness slipping away quickly. In the end, the whole group will likely realize Blair had her own agenda, particularly as a mechanical voice rings out through the room.]
Commencing shutdown.
[Followed by that, power off. Should the blade be removed, she'll soon slump to the ground in a pool of blood, already dead. After all, there was still a third option in the end. One that was a gamble, but one last theory she and the Librarian shared. To eliminate despair, the solution of course were to plant seeds of hope in its place.]
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( "Blair...!? No!" )
She doesn't have to look behind. She can already tell who's charged at her - for a moment, a sense of guilt washses over as she barely manages a faint smile followed by her next (and last) words.]
... Good. This-- this is how it should be.
[The blade is still run through, but she's already feeling her consciousness slipping away quickly. In the end, the whole group will likely realize Blair had her own agenda, particularly as a mechanical voice rings out through the room.]
Commencing shutdown.
[Followed by that, power off. Should the blade be removed, she'll soon slump to the ground in a pool of blood, already dead. After all, there was still a third option in the end. One that was a gamble, but one last theory she and the Librarian shared. To eliminate despair, the solution of course were to plant seeds of hope in its place.]