[So- that's it, then. Death. And- that's it. No more dreams. No more Paradise. No more wonders to behold, discoveries to make. No more...
Will Arven know?]
...If you'll excuse me.
[He feels...overwhelmed. Numb. Unable to process. Like a computer that's glitched and stuck on an error screen - how ironic - or like some sort of Ghost Pokemon, now doomed to wander the world without rest.
...how ironic, indeed.
But either way, he's just. Going to sort of wanderstagger amble out into the crowd, unless stopped.]
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[So- that's it, then. Death. And- that's it. No more dreams. No more Paradise. No more wonders to behold, discoveries to make. No more...
Will Arven know?]
...If you'll excuse me.
[He feels...overwhelmed. Numb. Unable to process. Like a computer that's glitched and stuck on an error screen - how ironic - or like some sort of Ghost Pokemon, now doomed to wander the world without rest.
...how ironic, indeed.
But either way, he's just. Going to sort of
wanderstaggeramble out into the crowd, unless stopped.]