[ Somehow Anne has made it past, only because the sleepers seem to be so involved in stopping everybody else from going through. She is certainly conspicuous in her ornate garb, even with a cloak around her dress. The cloak itself is shredded along with her skirts, barely managing to find her way through the door.
She should have a guard. She should have somebody protecting her. But despite wanting to hire so many, Anne no longer believes there is anyone to protect her; not in any world or kingdom. She no longer fears death, having already faced it on the scaffold, and if she dies now in the pursuit of the people's safety, she can only hope to go to Heaven. Why shouldn't she try? There is nothing to gain by sitting in her chambers and hiding.
Anne's cloak doesn't only hide her dress, but also a dagger and handgun in the pockets. She goes in knowing she may have to do harm or receive harm, and her leg aches as her lips tremble, especially when she hears gunfire and — children's laughter? She freezes just inside the door, barely gasping when she sees a small child, then quickly looks over her shoulder to see that those asleep do not follow her, but they do speak, and it makes her shudder as she rushes further in and away from the sleepwalkers.
And towards the child that seems injured and pinned down by one Stephanie Brown, dropping to her knees before them and crossing herself when she sees it's wounds healing right before her sight. ]
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She should have a guard. She should have somebody protecting her. But despite wanting to hire so many, Anne no longer believes there is anyone to protect her; not in any world or kingdom. She no longer fears death, having already faced it on the scaffold, and if she dies now in the pursuit of the people's safety, she can only hope to go to Heaven. Why shouldn't she try? There is nothing to gain by sitting in her chambers and hiding.
Anne's cloak doesn't only hide her dress, but also a dagger and handgun in the pockets. She goes in knowing she may have to do harm or receive harm, and her leg aches as her lips tremble, especially when she hears gunfire and — children's laughter? She freezes just inside the door, barely gasping when she sees a small child, then quickly looks over her shoulder to see that those asleep do not follow her, but they do speak, and it makes her shudder as she rushes further in and away from the sleepwalkers.
And towards the child that seems injured and pinned down by one Stephanie Brown, dropping to her knees before them and crossing herself when she sees it's wounds healing right before her sight. ]
God be good. What are you doing?!