[what meaning is there to living, if one does it only to survive...?
it does hurt. i feel it in you. but it is not the pain of the flesh.
it sounds sad, at that. it seems physically uninjured though, just like, depressed.
there is no one to find. i cannot... there is no other presence here, it continues. the heat from that explosion is still encroaching, light growing brighter from its direction. it's intensifying, rather than calming.
the man doesn't move. he just says, "you should run."
the squirrel tugs at sora's hood. i want to go, it says. we should... we should keep going. there must be a better answer somewhere. please, let's go.
it's lifting them off the ground, so if they have objections, now would be the time.]
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it does hurt. i feel it in you. but it is not the pain of the flesh.
it sounds sad, at that. it seems physically uninjured though, just like, depressed.
there is no one to find. i cannot... there is no other presence here, it continues. the heat from that explosion is still encroaching, light growing brighter from its direction. it's intensifying, rather than calming.
the man doesn't move. he just says, "you should run."
the squirrel tugs at sora's hood. i want to go, it says. we should... we should keep going. there must be a better answer somewhere. please, let's go.
it's lifting them off the ground, so if they have objections, now would be the time.]