Damn, where was that knack for the ominous at the beginning? Girl can drop the mic like a pro.
"I'll tell Gehrman what ye said, lass, but yer question makes me wonder. What price did you pay ta earn this Nightmare?"
She purses her lips and stares you down. Eh, worth a shot.
"If it's penance ye're after here," you continue, "that's all fine and dandy, but the Church never stopped experimentin' after ye left. I saw their work firsthand after purgin' their damned Choir. They were usin' children."
The corners of her mouth crawl steadily downwards, though it remains firmly clamped shut. You can almost hear the high-pitched whine of the momentum she gathered with her speech leaking out.
"The School of Mensis is still huddled within their wee little village resort, hidin' behind what blasphemous Great Ones remain. I aim ta burn 'em out, put an end ta the use o' the Old Blood forever. If me and my posse are gonna pull that off without heartbreak..."
You dig down in your sleeves and pull out a bell. Then, frowning, you pull out a few more. You really should have labeled these things. Once you're about 80% sure you have the right one, you present it to Maria. She takes it with a curt nod, turning it over in her hands with rather obvious relief for the distraction.
"...we could use yer strength. It's a damn sight better penance than holin' up in a mangy clocktower, no?"
Okay, that last part may have been slightly unfair. Those giant bells are nice and that clock behind her is fancy as shit. It's mangy in spirit, at least.
Maria places her new acquisition on one of the armrests, face once more set in stone. You turn to go, beckoning Simon to follow, before a thought strikes you. Turning back around to face her, you look closely at her jaw.
"Would ye mind openin' yer mouth for a sec?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"That was perfect, thanks. Ye're clean, no fangs or nothin'." Hereditary vampirism crisis averted.
"You are an incredibly strange man, Mister..."
"Alexander Anderson. He's Simon."
"Charmed."
"Well then," she says, sinking her cheek into her knuckles with regained calm, "I wish you the best of luck on your journey."
"Same ta you. Don't be afraid ta answer if ye hear my bell; we'll help ye find yer worth in the wakin' world."
You and Simon step back into the warped garden without further comment. The heavy doors creak shut of their own accord, leaving the two of you alone on the sunshine.
"Great backup there," you say.
"I was nodding along. What else did you expect me to do? You had the situation under control, had a good rapport going with her. Plus, she caught my arrow. Not even Ludwig ever pulled that off."
"Betcha I could do it."
"Not taking that bet. Not because I think you'd win, but because I'd rather not spend hours resharpening my arrowheads after digging them out of your torso."
"Whatever lets ye sleep at night. Anyway, were ye at least standin' solemnly while I was talkin'?"
"Damn solemnly."
"Good man."
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