[Callisto's breath catches when she sees them, lined up at the edge and waiting, she reaches out a hand towards them in a way that's almost longing. Don't go, it seems to say. Take me with you.
But they ignore her hand just as surely as she ignores Dorian's words. They jump, and she steps forward to follow - not to jump too, necessarily, but to see where they've gone. Something draws her towards the edge, something that tells her that the peace she's searching for can be found this way, just over here, just a little farther--
She follows it without question, heedless of the drop.]
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But they ignore her hand just as surely as she ignores Dorian's words. They jump, and she steps forward to follow - not to jump too, necessarily, but to see where they've gone. Something draws her towards the edge, something that tells her that the peace she's searching for can be found this way, just over here, just a little farther--
She follows it without question, heedless of the drop.]