[She opens her mouth as if to say something... though nothing but a rancid stench comes out. Even though her face is scorched and torn to beyond all recognition, it's clear that she is struggling with this. She's a monster, a memory. She doesn't exactly do talking.]
Y-.. youu...
[It's hoarse, it's choppy and it's barely intelligible, but it is a voice, and at the sound of it the doublehead growlithe monster throws the normal one off of him, backs out of fighting range, and just growls, with the rotten, scabbed hackle standing rigid]
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Y-.. youu...
[It's hoarse, it's choppy and it's barely intelligible, but it is a voice, and at the sound of it the doublehead growlithe monster throws the normal one off of him, backs out of fighting range, and just growls, with the rotten, scabbed hackle standing rigid]