There's one thing.

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One damned thing, worse than heartbreak, worse than losing a family member, worse than going into deep depression.

Pain.

Not just some prissy 'Mawmmy, ai hurt my fingurrra!' pain, straight up breaking your arm, then proceeding to dip it into smoking hot lava, then having a bunch of wrestlers body slam it at the same exact time pain.

And it turns out, that is just what good ol' Quintilliano da Hereford was experiencing.

Internally, she was screaming, crying out for help, trying to find someone that [i]could[/i] help. Of course, the pain was too bad to do it outside, but still, it should count.

When the pain stopped, she could see a little green glow, but...also the arms and legs of what looked like other people. She stood up, and saw a man that seemed to be looking at something, It looked shiny, and I assume that's what drew the man to it. Before walking over to said man, she quickly looked down at the two boys that were still unconscious, and ruled them as the deadies of deadland.

Then, she looked back at that light, and it seemed to be a lantern. Old one, as well. Probably older than her mother and father combined. Suddenly, she lost interest in that old thing, and decided to walk up to that man with the shiny thing.

She tapped him on the shoulder, and asked, "What's that?"