[Cassandra's stayed frozen to her podium, listening, watching, struggling to come up with anything to say between watching friends cower and cry. It's hard to say whether she's still angry or engulfed by grief. There's others that can't stand on their own... but not Cassandra. Anything tries to happen, she'll leap in the way. There is no justice in this!
Above it all, is Oprheus's voice, ringing strong, if hollow. So, through gritted teeth, she sings.]
Podiums of feigned dissent They push our bodies into them The prize - surprise, it's death before our eyes.
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Above it all, is Oprheus's voice, ringing strong, if hollow. So, through gritted teeth, she sings.]
Podiums of feigned dissent
They push our bodies into them
The prize - surprise, it's death before our eyes.