[ Armin seems to understand as much as the Judge can reasonably expect him to. He rises, hand on either knee, a little slow. He cocks his head to one side as he fits on either glove once more, as though listening.
There— the single, long note that the Judge has heard too many times. The next step in this torturous excuse for a game, and hopefully, the last. He isn't sure if this is Armin's first time.
The Judge motions with one hand towards the sound of the exit. With the other, a single finger to where there is no mouth on his mask. The Huntress will have heard their generator, or at least be able to see the floodlights where before there were none. A direct path to the exit is an unwise one. The Judge steps back into the main hallway only long enough to cross, slipping silent through another door, glancing behind to ensure the other remains with him. ]
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There— the single, long note that the Judge has heard too many times. The next step in this torturous excuse for a game, and hopefully, the last. He isn't sure if this is Armin's first time.
The Judge motions with one hand towards the sound of the exit. With the other, a single finger to where there is no mouth on his mask. The Huntress will have heard their generator, or at least be able to see the floodlights where before there were none. A direct path to the exit is an unwise one. The Judge steps back into the main hallway only long enough to cross, slipping silent through another door, glancing behind to ensure the other remains with him. ]