Mai pulled Tim in close, one hand skirting within her kimono for a small paper crane. She'd draw it closer to her lips as she seemed to whisper to Tim, her eyes watching Shaco ever so carefully as she did so. The paper crane would crawl its way into Tim's clothing assuming it'd be able to, and remain there nestled away safely. It was the one thing that might save Mai.. or at the very least, let someone know what's happened. It was all she could think to do in this situation.
"Wukong, Master Yi, Ezreal.." was all she whispered.
The orange cloud, and the uncomfortable sensation surrounding her caused her to gently caress Tim's fragile form. She was worried about the man.. And she knew this was the only way she could be sure he would be safe. Self sacrifice? This was stupid. Damn these morals! Damn these wicked beings!
This was going to be a long, long two weeks..
I don't know... I can't.. it doesn't feel right letting him die.. This is my fault..
Originally Posted by Ask Tyrant Swain
The soft voice came again, warm like a shadow, vivid like an illusion.
''So, you sold yourself? For what?''
she thought in response to the voice.