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St. John, St. Anthony, and St. Eustace be damned..." Mutters Diana to herself, as she readies to act.
While she quickly considers rewinding time, what could they actually accomplish? Someone else would have to endanger himself to trigger whatever happened, and they had certainly made sure that there were no magic traces floating around, right? ... Yeah, obviously. She believed in them.
She quickly unstraps her hand crossbow from under her dress and holds in her left hand, shooting a glare to her companions that were still there, Kolya and the Babushka. "
Let's go." She says, more imperatively than as a suggestion. Looking down the hatch, she clicks her tongue and begins descending. "
Pisatel! Are you okay?"
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