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Archmage Jeremiah
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Sylvanas simply took her time to observe the buttons that were not already pressed.
Button B, the green one, with the letter C on it. Nothing immediately came to mind.
Button D, the purple one, with a crudely drawn heart on it. Perhaps it meant love? But what kind? Intimate? Family? She considered this one.
Button E, the orange one, which flickered. It yelled out "Dysfunctional" to her. She knew full well why.
Button F, the yellow one, and simply that. But its colour made her feel warm, as it reminded her of those luscious golden pastures in Quel'Thalas.
Button H, the one with the fish. It was mind-boggling.
But Button G...that's the one she wanted. It was reflective. The floor it would take her too would possibly reflect her perception of herself? Or Silent Hill's perception of herself? The curiosity burned the hottest for this one, and would surely be her first choice.
@Akibahara
Button B, the green one, with the letter C on it. Nothing immediately came to mind.
Button D, the purple one, with a crudely drawn heart on it. Perhaps it meant love? But what kind? Intimate? Family? She considered this one.
Button E, the orange one, which flickered. It yelled out "Dysfunctional" to her. She knew full well why.
Button F, the yellow one, and simply that. But its colour made her feel warm, as it reminded her of those luscious golden pastures in Quel'Thalas.
Button H, the one with the fish. It was mind-boggling.
But Button G...that's the one she wanted. It was reflective. The floor it would take her too would possibly reflect her perception of herself? Or Silent Hill's perception of herself? The curiosity burned the hottest for this one, and would surely be her first choice.
@Akibahara