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Finally finished this page up for TSC! Ankit was fighting me on this one, but I finally got him to cooperate~

....You know this was like the worst day of everyone's life.

Except for Sandy.

Because he's dead.

The Sunlit Crypts - Chapter 13Ankit didn’t speak for the entire walk to the healer’s camp, and it was not a short one. Quinn wanted to ask him what Nashandra had said, just to be able to help him feel better, but every time she tried to open her mouth Sandy would catch her shoulder. Each time the bairdy shook his head and motioned that she shouldn’t. Quinn knew why, because this was something between the twins, and Quinn shouldn’t insert herself in it. And, logically speaking, she knew that she couldn’t fix this…but that thought brought her no comfort. For the entirety of the walk Ankit kept crying. It wasn’t one of those long, steady streams of tears. This was the other kind: the type of crying that occurred every few minutes. The healer would shudder and rub his eyes, which would get rid of the tears before they created new clean rivers on his dirty cheeks, but it didn’t hide the fact that he was still hurt, and

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Finally finished this page up for TSC! Ankit was fighting me on this one, but I finally got him to cooperate~

....You know this was like the worst day of everyone's life.

Except for Sandy.

Because he's dead.

The Sunlit Crypts - Chapter 13Ankit didn’t speak for the entire walk to the healer’s camp, and it was not a short one. Quinn wanted to ask him what Nashandra had said, just to be able to help him feel better, but every time she tried to open her mouth Sandy would catch her shoulder. Each time the bairdy shook his head and motioned that she shouldn’t. Quinn knew why, because this was something between the twins, and Quinn shouldn’t insert herself in it. And, logically speaking, she knew that she couldn’t fix this…but that thought brought her no comfort. For the entirety of the walk Ankit kept crying. It wasn’t one of those long, steady streams of tears. This was the other kind: the type of crying that occurred every few minutes. The healer would shudder and rub his eyes, which would get rid of the tears before they created new clean rivers on his dirty cheeks, but it didn’t hide the fact that he was still hurt, and

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