[the squirrel trembles in sora's hands, curling close to him when he tucks it inside his hood. yes, good. this is good. this helps; it seems to pick up on his desire to help, for safety, and slowly stops shaking so badly.
It's... always too late? it asks, hesitantly. But how does it come to this? Why must they fight so? There must be a reason, there has to be-- there needs to be. We were supposed to find their reasons.
it's trying very hard to focus on that, on its assignment.
if they're looking for people, following the muffled sounds of nearby shouting is a good bet. there's the metallic clang of something large hitting metal, something smacking off a free-standing remnant of fortress wall, and they'll find a couple of people here trying to fight off mechanical constructs. they're clearly outmatched.]
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It's... always too late? it asks, hesitantly. But how does it come to this? Why must they fight so? There must be a reason, there has to be-- there needs to be. We were supposed to find their reasons.
it's trying very hard to focus on that, on its assignment.
if they're looking for people, following the muffled sounds of nearby shouting is a good bet. there's the metallic clang of something large hitting metal, something smacking off a free-standing remnant of fortress wall, and they'll find a couple of people here trying to fight off mechanical constructs. they're clearly outmatched.]