[ Where normally Vanessa might be more easily overwhelmed by such a flood of visions, something is giving her trouble. She struggles to rip through the veil more than she ever has before, and it's through torn cobwebs that she needs to spit out that Vanessa's able to step into the scene.
Even still, the vision is fragmented. Scents and sights collide where they shouldn't, and Vanessa smells something like vanilla cake while cutting her hands on freshly dusted rubble where unfamiliar names are half-dissolved. She knows they are names of children, and that others like them are worth crying for. If she isn't careful, she could fall, but where else to? This is the belly of Hell.
Though she flinches as Caitlyn's grip tightens, Vanessa struggles to keep her focused. ]
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Even still, the vision is fragmented. Scents and sights collide where they shouldn't, and Vanessa smells something like vanilla cake while cutting her hands on freshly dusted rubble where unfamiliar names are half-dissolved. She knows they are names of children, and that others like them are worth crying for. If she isn't careful, she could fall, but where else to? This is the belly of Hell.
Though she flinches as Caitlyn's grip tightens, Vanessa struggles to keep her focused. ]
When? When were you here?