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The day Maduke told her that he would ask scientists to try to find a cure for the illness he had since childhood, she had believed him. The same gesture she so often made when she came to visit her brother.
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She advances to the vat and puts her hand against the glass. Dust floats in the air and there is only a faint light emanating from the hallway. Everything is exactly as before, except that the healing vat is empty. Lunark travels to the small room next to the main lab. She can not be of any help to Frankenstein, her people, or anyone else at this time. She is vaguely anxious for him, knowing that he was not the type to rest before having heal everyone else before him, but she still leaves. It makes her feel even more pitiful to see how strong he stay when she is ready to collapse at any moment. Blood flows from his wounds, but he moves as if nothing had happened. From the corner of her eye, she sees Frankenstein busy with Muzaka under the watchful eye of his master. She walks away slowly from the laboratory. She can’t be of help anyway, she has no medical knowledge. All this panic reminds her of heavy memories and she does not want to pretend to, well, rush to help. Her gaze is fixed in the void as she stands near the healing vats, holding her injured arm without feeling the pain. Shouts echo all around in the huge laboratory, filled with wounded werewolves.