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Artorias tried to cheer her up a bit. His daughter did too. Sid mumbled responses but it was clear that she was sulking. Bramble, as she called herself, spoke of Sid's scars and of wanting her own some day. The girl wrinkled her nose in distaste. No one went looking for scars. They just happened. If you won a scar in battle, then that was one thing, but hoping for them? That was just silly. She didn't say that though. Instead she kept quiet, brow furrowed.

Next came an orangey woman that talked down to her like she was a child. Well... sure, technically she was, but Sid had already seen more battle than a good number of adults. She'd just prepared to answer the woman with some snarky reply when a loud commotion echoed throughout the stone walls. Kenway.

Mismatched eyes widened as her brother, disheveled as hell, came into sight. His words weren't clear at first and it took Sid a moment to sort them out in her head. Things seemed to go in slow motion as the words sank in. Dead. Gilgamesh was dead and they killed him. 'They.' Siduri didn't know who 'They' were, but she had known where her father was headed. With a scrabble of claws on stone, Siduri turned... and she ran.

"Siduri"