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Maybe we should spare someone, so people know there's a reason to surrender...
Tyril actively participated in restraining the enemy archers, although she wanted to kill them all (and only Albert stopped her).
“Albert thinks you might still have something useful to tell us, and that’s why you’re still alive…” she said. “But don’t get too comfortable, I’m sure you’re useless.”
The girl, though not injured, was breathing heavily; the situation in the canyon wasn’t very pleasant for her.
At the same time, Albert was busy collecting Emma’s parts.
“Hmm,” he muttered occasionally, looking at her hands, legs, and various screws lying in the dirt.
“Emma, now tell me what to connect to what.”
“Emma?” Tyril asked, looking at the doll’s parts in surprise. “Emma, are you okay?”