[Martel freezes, and slides down to try to grab the wire. It's just out of reach. Just an inch out of reach. An inch closer, and-] Colette, I'm going to get you out of here, I swear. Someday. [When she can reach that wire. And she will. Even if she has to keep trying every single waking moment when her brother's not here.] We'll leave this place, and I'll get you a key crest.
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