*Vaseraga isn't phased one bit, and claps Lectoer on the shoulder the moment he gets close enough to do so.*
Vaseraga: She died in the glory of battle, there could be no greater honour. The only thing that you can do now is sate your blade with the blood of her killer, and take your vengeance.
*He then looks down at Sasha with a look of annoyance, not that it's visible. He leans down slighty, mostly to look imposing, partly so he can whisper.*
Vaseraga: 'Tis one thing to die in battle, but another to die from stubbornness. We go to this room of yours, and you get your healers to assist you with your injuries. I shall carry you if you cannot make the distance on foot.
*He then straightens up and laughs once more, the sound echoing through his helmet.*
Vaseraga: Are there more of your kind in this so-called room? You are fun to be around! Attract all sorts of trouble!

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*Zeta eventually stretches, and goes back into the room. She has a gut feeling, and her spear itself emits a dim and sobre glow, as if in thought.*