[Syrlya pauses at first, simply watching Strange with his lips pressed tight in careful control.
Then he looks ahead, to the back of the illusion.] It would have been a greater kindness had she simply died in their captivity.
[How assuring. He doesn't get long to dwell on it, because turning back makes him realize as they walk that the scene is modifying itself--the Grove giving way to a sandy beach that stretches east, but their path lies going away from it and back into the grassy plateaus of the forest.
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Then he looks ahead, to the back of the illusion.] It would have been a greater kindness had she simply died in their captivity.
[How assuring. He doesn't get long to dwell on it, because turning back makes him realize as they walk that the scene is modifying itself--the Grove giving way to a sandy beach that stretches east, but their path lies going away from it and back into the grassy plateaus of the forest.
He blinks, glancing around quickly.]