<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c4/a2/eb/c4a2eb3622a5fd5f4149b8e094a22fa3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Danae Vine-Lott (https://ddb.ac/characters/13428552/TAFm5K)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Asylum - upper floor<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Asylum clothing<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Asylum - fighting the fear<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Second Wisdom Save</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2020-09-03 19:52:31, Danae Vine-Lott (uid: 41210) rolls: 1d20a1 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=148936)</div></div><br/>Vaguely, Danae was aware that the unnatural abomination in Room G was confronting Medb and Aloisa, and yet she felt paralysed, rooted to the spot.  This was no delirious terror, not battlefield panic, it was something subtler and altogether more poisonous: a realisation that her role in the universe was so fragile and ephemeral, and that human life was but a blot, an accident, devoid of any intrinsic sanctity.  She pressed up against the wall, fists clenched so hard she feared she might draw blood.<br/><br/>"That<em>thing</em>should not be," she rasped.  "It is an affront to the laws of nature."<br/><br/>To the orderlies, she cried out, "Tell me, what manner of thing is it?"