[ Morpheus pulling away before he finds the knife gets another bout of frenzied head shaking, but he's already postured himself before the enemy and all she can do now is keep from falling over while struggling to get to her knees. Hunched behind him, she looks between the orderlies, unable to tell if this is just a vision or an actual haunting. It doesn't seem to matter when the injuries can be real, and she has yet to accept that death is as temporary as some people blindly believe.
The way his voice drops to such a menace strangely relaxes her, enough to keep her from outright hyperventilating.
Meanwhile, the other two orderlies simply stand off to the side and wait for the next opportunity to grab her while the first one pauses. Only for a moment, though, and when he next advances it's in a rush, more than ready to tackle and attempt to strangle Morpheus to death if given the opportunity. ]
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The way his voice drops to such a menace strangely relaxes her, enough to keep her from outright hyperventilating.
Meanwhile, the other two orderlies simply stand off to the side and wait for the next opportunity to grab her while the first one pauses. Only for a moment, though, and when he next advances it's in a rush, more than ready to tackle and attempt to strangle Morpheus to death if given the opportunity. ]