[In a nightmare that Fawkes were facing alone, an outcome like that never would've happened. This nightmare is supposed to be about being helpless, being trapped, being tormented for his weakness.
But this nightmare is also supposed to be about isolation, and with someone else here, that defeats the fundamental purpose behind the horror, right to its core.
Quite simply, the crow dies. It's an unsatisfying death, one in which he as much disappears as he does outright dies, but one way or another the threat is gone, and so are the bombs.
In the distance, a roar goes up from the crowd (the crowd?), and it's not a happy sound. But for the moment, in the center of the clearing, all that's left is Shuji with his scythe and Fawkes with his wounds, reeling in the aftermath.]
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But this nightmare is also supposed to be about isolation, and with someone else here, that defeats the fundamental purpose behind the horror, right to its core.
Quite simply, the crow dies. It's an unsatisfying death, one in which he as much disappears as he does outright dies, but one way or another the threat is gone, and so are the bombs.
In the distance, a roar goes up from the crowd (the crowd?), and it's not a happy sound. But for the moment, in the center of the clearing, all that's left is Shuji with his scythe and Fawkes with his wounds, reeling in the aftermath.]