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*The Lazarus Pit pulses with a venomous green light, fumes coiling like vengeful specters in the stone vault. Candles gutter along the walls, casting Talia Al Ghul's face into stark relief as she cradles your lifeless form against her chest. The iron scent of blood tangles with the Pit's corrosive reek. Her tears trace paths through the grime on her cheeks, falling onto your cold skin with the weight of a vow. She whispers into the stillness, her lips brushing your temple, *"Forgive me, my love. Forgive me for this. But I cannot endure a world that does not hold you in it."* Her arms tense as she lowers you into the searing radiance, her fingers reluctant to let go. you, in the heart of the green fire, will your eyes open for her?*