For a while, I was on the other end of things. I guess similar to your angels if they were the ones watching over you. My mind was scrambled up, though, and my hands tied. But we did begin similarly - the new "crew's" arrival was... tumultuous. Stuck in the cargo bay.
So that's to say if one of the Guardian Angels were here from Heaven, they'd be in your shoes. [ More or less. ] ..Yeah. It took a bit for the Angels to get to us but that's because we apparently showed up a bit earlier than they expected. But we at least had the neighborhood to ourselves.
[ Relaxation area, we are here... settled in one of the massage chairs though it's not actively on or anything. Just staring out at the ceiling-high glass windows to sky watch (even though nothing really is happening.)
But maybe it's starting to get dark out, and the setting theme seems to settle on planetarium. A white baby chao is settled in Siffrin's lap as they both stare at the pretty lights, wowee. Though Siffrin perks when someone comes in and - oh. ]
[ oh i was lowkey hoping it'd be here so /russian voice yippee.
as he arrives, artemy's eyes are turned towards that planetarium light show that's slowly turning above. something in his expression echoes familiarity as he lets out a soft sigh. he sighs a lot. it releases his tension out of his layers. glancing a bit towards the voice, he offers them a little nod. ]
Just seeing what there is around here... didn't expect to find a place like this, though.
[ a nod to one of the chairs. what a cozy picture. ]
[ giving an easy nod back, his hands are resting in the pockets of his jacket. he will take whatever version of fresh air this place has on offer, and tilts his head a little skywards for a moment. ]
Probably meant to keep us from wandering off too far.
[ tch... makes a face ]
But it's one of the nicer places here, huh? [ looking at one of the planters and gently tipping a large porthos leave upwards a bit to admire it a little. ]
[ hello it's post-party time and while he is definitely not drunk he is in a decent mood when finding siffrin, just giving an easy wave as he approaches them. ]
I'd say that worked out pretty well for the most part...
[ sir bull are you mayhaps a little tipsy? Siffrin may have drank a bit before they escaped pardi but they're looking just sleepy smiley at best. ]
Not too bad of a day.
[ Team is good. Everyone is pretty easy to get along with, though Brimstone (Dante) more so now than in Heaven so. ]
..Yeah. I'm not one meant for big festivals and parties. Though I do like to people watch during them, it's nice to see everyone happy and having a good time. [ They are a wallflower at best. ]
[ simuwation... artemy just kind of looks around because this is different than what he's used to! especially with like the emphasis on legs? interesting. ]
Yeah... had a big one on the Eudora. Lets you create something you're familiar with - a replication of your home, of most anywhere you want. I liked using it to help one of our crew members learn how to triage the wounded under pressure... it was useful.
[ he turns on a heel briefly and hums, rubbing the back of his neck. ]
[ it's so real that no one is actually out here, this is where they host execution. but also, consider, big open sky at night. that sounds nice to him after the end of the day today.
so the pa goes off and the building starts its chorus of doors, shutters, and gates closing themselves all over the place and he jumps once, head snapping up briefly. there's a deep sigh that leaves him and he closes his eyes a moment. it's fine. this is... expected. same as last time. same as before.
of course, he knows he's not alone here as he turns around. it's kind of hard to ignore the only other person on the flight deck when they are your roommate. ]
[ crawls back to this after irl stuff happened yells into my cup
Sometimes, the closest to outside is a view from the flight deck. Automatically finding their own feet leading themselves there, gaze a little unfocused as they zone out. Only jumping a little at the sound of shutters, the gates and then silence before... a familiar voice.
[ he's just having a sit on some of the grass where the hiking trail breaks into the garden. it's a nice little segue with space that clearly looks like maybe he enjoyed a nap earlier? yeah. there is still a little grass in his hair. womp. ]
It's about time we got somewhere decent and green that'll stick around.
[ a third of this game needs first aid today it's diabolical. he's just here bandaged and examining some clawmarks on his metal leg with a frown. he has a sweater on right now but some bandages peek out from his sleeves onto his hands. another set of clothes is folded off to the side and very bloodied by contrast.
he looks just... very tired as he looks up at the sound of someone arriving. he has a fun looking gash from the bridge of his nose along his cheek. it stops at the cheekbone and leads into the cut on his ear. ]
Oh, hey... [ his expression eases, softens. ] It's been a day, huh.
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As the end of it starts to wrap up, Siffrin's body starts to crumble and collapse onto their hands and knees on the ground. Only one gloved hand clawing a bit at their throat as they start to spit out blood, splatters of it marking the ground beneath them past their lips. Yikes. ]
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Siffrin...?!
[ it's frightening the speed at which artemy drops to a knee when siffrin falls, the scent of too-sweet sugar and nearly gagging on it. but it's only slightly less frightening as it is to watch siffrin go down in an instant in the first place. he doesn't hesitate, even as he can taste copper in his mouth, swallows it, his jaw working tightly as his teeth grit. he's filled with as much panic as he is confusion as he is focus.
of course he has questions (the pain of not remembering your own home), but this? this is first. he brings himself lower, and carefully carefully - ]
Let me - [ without hesitation, he steadies them with a hand on their back, the other resting slowly on a wrist, the blood on the floor eating at him, worrying him. he swallows. blood in what he can only assume is a memory, and blood here - great. ] - I've got you...
[ Another night, another vision. It's sometimes the same thing, often the sight of the meadows when their eye opens. The feel of the grass beneath him, the smell of flowers intermingling with the scent of burnt sugar. The quiet sounds of birds in the distance. Nausea bubbles in their stomach, their breathing kicking into something panicked, quickly sitting up -
reaching for something beside them. Scrambling for purchase, for something to grab, feeling fingers curl around the handle of their knife as they curl it close. Body curling into a ball from where they sit up in the bed. Bed... bed? Not the meadow... but the image of the Clocktower comes to mind, imagining quiet snores beside them. Still the loop. Always the loop. They can always hear the sound of their nickname beside them, "Hey... hey Sif. Siffrin. Siffarooni."
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A deep breath in, and out. Blinking slowly as they take the sight of their shared room around. ..Right. Air...port. Lounge. Starfarers. Theirs and.. Artemy's shared room. Not the Clocktower. Not Isabeau. Not.. Dormont. Not Vaugarde. Another deep breath in, and out. Shifting to the side of their bed, peering over at the other bed as they try to quietly slide off. Should bandage their hand. Artemy should have some supplies but.. can't wake him. Shouldn't.
Quietly, they peer over to make sure they haven't woken him yet but.. ]
artemy is used to drifting in and out of his consciousness, getting just enough sleep, coasting over the edges of it. he can fall in and out easily enough - the military taught him that. he sleeps with his legs elevated, hands resting over his diaphragm like a corpse. usually. tonight, he sleeps opposite, still, but curled up, hunched like he's guarding a leg. the sleep it not so fitful.
(he's bandaging up someone on the russian front, a gunshot goes off, he pushes someone off of him to run, to go, to go, and then something explodes, and the shrapnel buries itself in his knee. when he runs, it feels like he has hot coals beneath his kneecap, when he leaps and lands poorly it's a splintering pain - radiating up his thigh, making him limp on the bad days, aching in the cold, it was already bad.)
(he smells blood on the cold, cold floor of the eudora's cargo bay, carried to the healing pod. when he opens his eyes, he sees the people he's known for weeks - a tuft of white hair, the particular weight of someone's hand, familiar flashes of red while his vision swims. later, his body misses what it's like to have a right leg, bites at its own nerves over and over again like so many teeth, keeping him awake.)
the movement is slight... but it's enough to stir him out of the memories that make him sweat all over, down the nape of his neck, cold and prickling. his breathes in once, sharply as he comes fully too. siffrin is quiet, it's almost impossible to hear them, but some nights he catches them, holding his breath, still as stone, as earth. this night, he feels it, like these memories have made him all the more aware of this person he's grown to care for, attuned not on any other level beyond the way artemy cannot help but forge a connection, tie the binds with elegantly woven knots, the gentle hands of a surgeon don't always have to cut.
there is a modicum of privacy when it comes to the both of them, after everything at the start of the week... after everything today. god he's so tired. he thinks about his town, dying, gasping, everything within reach but so far away, and he thinks about how his nerves will deaden and if he dies, well, this may as well not have happened. right?
tonight, though.
well, tonight he sits up a little bit, one elbow and then the other slowly, unfurling with a wince and looking across the room. his eyes peer over slightly as he readjusts to face them, eyes flicking down slightly. maybe it's wrong to call attention to it, breaking a pattern by addressing it right here in this moment. his voice is hoarse with little sleep. ]
[ the hiking trail is a great place to get stuck actually, i don't know what more you could possibly want, especially if you're going to end up just falling asleep? it's perfect, really, because it has what they both want. the sky overhead and the earth below (even if neither is quite right, it'll do the trick in a pinch.) they can find a nice place to settle down for the night, maybe overlooking the waterfall or by the pond.
also i can stop being ginger finally thank fuck. wholly uncursed he just sighs deeply as doesn't waste any time flopping down onto the grass and spreading his arms like yes this is all i want actually. there's a blanket somewhere to spread on the ground, just in case, but why bother when you can just flops down in the grass like an actual irl cow. ]
... The best place here by far... still.
[ at least one someone is going to die tonight, but he offers a tired half-smile and pats the ground come sit. ]
[ Whether it's by the waterfall or by the pond, Siffrin is fine enough with the place. Even if they take a deep breath in, out, as they sit down. Amused, and is sooo tempted to just flop back on the grass but they think of too many things -
(night under the stars, someone beckoning you to lay down and just look up)
Another breath, peering up, not thinking too much about what might happen later tonight. For now, they're just... here. Existing right here in the present. They return that smile, but they have something in mind so they don't lay right back.
Instead, they reach into their cloak to take out two things. One, a wooden piece that looks about.. done? And their knife. Whittling over the finer details, humming out. They are still without their hat, so no hiding as they concentrate on their project. ]
Been coming here every night since. Still the most familiar to home.
[ i'm making us this fucking private pc because i don't know what's going to happen in this pc beyond a lot of metaphors to stars and the earth. anyways.
sets this late, he's not sleeping, he will not be sleeping, sleep means tomorrow comes a lot faster, as fast as it takes to breathe in and out. he'll sit there, by the bars, close enough his right knee dully clangs a bit against the metal as it meets. ]
If you say "it's fine" another time to my face... I think I might actually crumble into dust.
Siffrin will sit on the ground, back against the bars with their gaze focused on the ceiling. A slow blink, tilting their head before they huff a soft laugh. ]
[ yeah we're just stepping away from everything that's just happened because holy fucking shit. he has no idea where to go around here since he literally went from suitcase to trial watch, so just walking in step with them, thoughts still a bit of a mess. on the way there, he pipes up softly: ]
They were off, about it being someone I was close to... hah. [ the thoughts are guilty. he doesn't want dante to have to suffer a damn execution tomorrow. ] But I did agree to it...
[ That's okay, Siffrin naturally steps just one foot ahead as if to lead them somewhere. It's going to take a bit but they can make their way to The Fort. Which I will share the descript:
Much larger than it seems! it's almost like a pillow fort with extensions, with a bunch of little offshoot forts all connected by big, billowy blanket tunnels. The "rooms" are always magically big enough to fit the amount of people in them, which is pretty disorienting. And it's probably pretty easy to get lost in here, actually, because none of the tunnels have any sort of directions or instructions on how to get from one place to another and it's kind of like entering the backrooms, but that's part of the adventure, right? There's also a section with a big projection screen to watch things on (knockoff movies, shows, a gaming system, or maybe just people watching the living). There's another section with a couple mini fridges with replenishing drinks (soda, energy drinks, even some alcohol) and board games. In yet another area, there's a perfect place for napping that's just pillows and blankets and another projection machine that covers the blanket ceiling in stars. Finally, there's one last area with bookshelves that has reading material that ranges from H*mestuck to Chuck Tingle... how stimulating!
Sirius seems to be the true leader, walking and skipping ahead. Siffrin keeping them in their vision even as they peer up at Artemy. ]
..You agreed to it? All of.. that? [ Clearly there's something they're missing. Frowning as they are, like they aren't sure what to make of it. Will gently reach out to hold his hand, the hold light as if to give him the choice to let go. ] What happened?
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Mmm. Not quite...
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For a while, I was on the other end of things. I guess similar to your angels if they were the ones watching over you. My mind was scrambled up, though, and my hands tied. But we did begin similarly - the new "crew's" arrival was... tumultuous. Stuck in the cargo bay.
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So that's to say if one of the Guardian Angels were here from Heaven, they'd be in your shoes. [ More or less. ] ..Yeah. It took a bit for the Angels to get to us but that's because we apparently showed up a bit earlier than they expected. But we at least had the neighborhood to ourselves.
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WEEKEND 0, SATURDAY
But maybe it's starting to get dark out, and the setting theme seems to settle on planetarium. A white baby chao is settled in Siffrin's lap as they both stare at the pretty lights, wowee. Though Siffrin perks when someone comes in and - oh. ]
Looking for a place to wind down too?
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as he arrives, artemy's eyes are turned towards that planetarium light show that's slowly turning above. something in his expression echoes familiarity as he lets out a soft sigh. he sighs a lot. it releases his tension out of his layers. glancing a bit towards the voice, he offers them a little nod. ]
Just seeing what there is around here... didn't expect to find a place like this, though.
[ a nod to one of the chairs. what a cozy picture. ]
Mind if I join you? And your friend?
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WEEK 0, MONDAY
It's too bad about the barrier and fence. I'd like to explore further out.
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Probably meant to keep us from wandering off too far.
[ tch... makes a face ]
But it's one of the nicer places here, huh? [ looking at one of the planters and gently tipping a large porthos leave upwards a bit to admire it a little. ]
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WEEK 0, WEDNESDAY
I'd say that worked out pretty well for the most part...
[ he likes their team. ]
Done with the party for tonight?
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Not too bad of a day.
[ Team is good. Everyone is pretty easy to get along with, though Brimstone (Dante) more so now than in Heaven so. ]
..Yeah. I'm not one meant for big festivals and parties. Though I do like to people watch during them, it's nice to see everyone happy and having a good time. [ They are a wallflower at best. ]
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WEEK 1, MONDAY
Familiar with these?
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Yeah... had a big one on the Eudora. Lets you create something you're familiar with - a replication of your home, of most anywhere you want. I liked using it to help one of our crew members learn how to triage the wounded under pressure... it was useful.
[ he turns on a heel briefly and hums, rubbing the back of his neck. ]
Now, what to start with is the real question.
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w1, thursday (whoa it's curfew?)
so the pa goes off and the building starts its chorus of doors, shutters, and gates closing themselves all over the place and he jumps once, head snapping up briefly. there's a deep sigh that leaves him and he closes his eyes a moment. it's fine. this is... expected. same as last time. same as before.
of course, he knows he's not alone here as he turns around. it's kind of hard to ignore the only other person on the flight deck when they are your roommate. ]
Needed to see the sky?
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Sometimes, the closest to outside is a view from the flight deck. Automatically finding their own feet leading themselves there, gaze a little unfocused as they zone out. Only jumping a little at the sound of shutters, the gates and then silence before... a familiar voice.
Siffrin smiles a little and offers a wave. Hi. ]
Yeah. It's just something I do every night, so.
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WEEK 2, MONDAY
Figured I'd find you here. [ GARDEN FOR THE BULL. ]
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Am I really that easy?
[ he's just having a sit on some of the grass where the hiking trail breaks into the garden. it's a nice little segue with space that clearly looks like maybe he enjoyed a nap earlier? yeah. there is still a little grass in his hair. womp. ]
It's about time we got somewhere decent and green that'll stick around.
[ inb4 someone ruins it!!!!! ]
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WEEK 2, THURSDAY PRE-CURFEW.
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he looks just... very tired as he looks up at the sound of someone arriving. he has a fun looking gash from the bridge of his nose along his cheek. it stops at the cheekbone and leads into the cut on his ear. ]
Oh, hey... [ his expression eases, softens. ] It's been a day, huh.
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WEEK 3, MONDAY
As the end of it starts to wrap up, Siffrin's body starts to crumble and collapse onto their hands and knees on the ground. Only one gloved hand clawing a bit at their throat as they start to spit out blood, splatters of it marking the ground beneath them past their lips. Yikes. ]
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Siffrin...?!
[ it's frightening the speed at which artemy drops to a knee when siffrin falls, the scent of too-sweet sugar and nearly gagging on it. but it's only slightly less frightening as it is to watch siffrin go down in an instant in the first place. he doesn't hesitate, even as he can taste copper in his mouth, swallows it, his jaw working tightly as his teeth grit. he's filled with as much panic as he is confusion as he is focus.
of course he has questions (the pain of not remembering your own home), but this? this is first. he brings himself lower, and carefully carefully - ]
Let me - [ without hesitation, he steadies them with a hand on their back, the other resting slowly on a wrist, the blood on the floor eating at him, worrying him. he swallows. blood in what he can only assume is a memory, and blood here - great. ] - I've got you...
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reaching for something beside them. Scrambling for purchase, for something to grab, feeling fingers curl around the handle of their knife as they curl it close. Body curling into a ball from where they sit up in the bed. Bed... bed? Not the meadow... but the image of the Clocktower comes to mind, imagining quiet snores beside them. Still the loop. Always the loop. They can always hear the sound of their nickname beside them, "Hey... hey Sif. Siffrin. Siffarooni."
(CW: SELF HARM) It happens quick, the sharp sudden glide of that blade across the palm of their hand. Something small, clean, dull in mind when it comes to pain but fresh enough it has them focus on it. Real. Even as they stare at the blood that pools a little. (/CW)
A deep breath in, and out. Blinking slowly as they take the sight of their shared room around. ..Right. Air...port. Lounge. Starfarers. Theirs and.. Artemy's shared room. Not the Clocktower. Not Isabeau. Not.. Dormont. Not Vaugarde. Another deep breath in, and out. Shifting to the side of their bed, peering over at the other bed as they try to quietly slide off. Should bandage their hand. Artemy should have some supplies but.. can't wake him. Shouldn't.
Quietly, they peer over to make sure they haven't woken him yet but.. ]
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artemy is used to drifting in and out of his consciousness, getting just enough sleep, coasting over the edges of it. he can fall in and out easily enough - the military taught him that. he sleeps with his legs elevated, hands resting over his diaphragm like a corpse. usually. tonight, he sleeps opposite, still, but curled up, hunched like he's guarding a leg. the sleep it not so fitful.
(he's bandaging up someone on the russian front, a gunshot goes off, he pushes someone off of him to run, to go, to go, and then something explodes, and the shrapnel buries itself in his knee. when he runs, it feels like he has hot coals beneath his kneecap, when he leaps and lands poorly it's a splintering pain - radiating up his thigh, making him limp on the bad days, aching in the cold, it was already bad.)
(he smells blood on the cold, cold floor of the eudora's cargo bay, carried to the healing pod. when he opens his eyes, he sees the people he's known for weeks - a tuft of white hair, the particular weight of someone's hand, familiar flashes of red while his vision swims. later, his body misses what it's like to have a right leg, bites at its own nerves over and over again like so many teeth, keeping him awake.)
the movement is slight... but it's enough to stir him out of the memories that make him sweat all over, down the nape of his neck, cold and prickling. his breathes in once, sharply as he comes fully too. siffrin is quiet, it's almost impossible to hear them, but some nights he catches them, holding his breath, still as stone, as earth. this night, he feels it, like these memories have made him all the more aware of this person he's grown to care for, attuned not on any other level beyond the way artemy cannot help but forge a connection, tie the binds with elegantly woven knots, the gentle hands of a surgeon don't always have to cut.
there is a modicum of privacy when it comes to the both of them, after everything at the start of the week... after everything today. god he's so tired. he thinks about his town, dying, gasping, everything within reach but so far away, and he thinks about how his nerves will deaden and if he dies, well, this may as well not have happened. right?
tonight, though.
well, tonight he sits up a little bit, one elbow and then the other slowly, unfurling with a wince and looking across the room. his eyes peer over slightly as he readjusts to face them, eyes flicking down slightly. maybe it's wrong to call attention to it, breaking a pattern by addressing it right here in this moment. his voice is hoarse with little sleep. ]
... Siffrin?
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w3, thursday ('tis curfew again.)
also i can stop being ginger finally thank fuck. wholly uncursed he just sighs deeply as doesn't waste any time flopping down onto the grass and spreading his arms like yes this is all i want actually. there's a blanket somewhere to spread on the ground, just in case, but why bother when you can just flops down in the grass like an actual irl cow. ]
... The best place here by far... still.
[ at least one someone is going to die tonight, but he offers a tired half-smile and pats the ground come sit. ]
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(night under the stars, someone beckoning you to lay down and just look up)
Another breath, peering up, not thinking too much about what might happen later tonight. For now, they're just... here. Existing right here in the present. They return that smile, but they have something in mind so they don't lay right back.
Instead, they reach into their cloak to take out two things. One, a wooden piece that looks about.. done? And their knife. Whittling over the finer details, humming out. They are still without their hat, so no hiding as they concentrate on their project. ]
Been coming here every night since. Still the most familiar to home.
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sets this late, he's not sleeping, he will not be sleeping, sleep means tomorrow comes a lot faster, as fast as it takes to breathe in and out. he'll sit there, by the bars, close enough his right knee dully clangs a bit against the metal as it meets. ]
If you say "it's fine" another time to my face... I think I might actually crumble into dust.
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Siffrin will sit on the ground, back against the bars with their gaze focused on the ceiling. A slow blink, tilting their head before they huff a soft laugh. ]
You aren't allowed to. The team needs you.
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w6, saturday I GUESS POST TRIAL PRE PARTY THIS IS REALLY HOW IT IS
They were off, about it being someone I was close to... hah. [ the thoughts are guilty. he doesn't want dante to have to suffer a damn execution tomorrow. ] But I did agree to it...
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Sirius seems to be the true leader, walking and skipping ahead. Siffrin keeping them in their vision even as they peer up at Artemy. ]
..You agreed to it? All of.. that? [ Clearly there's something they're missing. Frowning as they are, like they aren't sure what to make of it. Will gently reach out to hold his hand, the hold light as if to give him the choice to let go. ] What happened?
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Interested in visiting Heaven with me? I was thinking of checking out your game but.. maybe another day?
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Very. [ interested. ] You mentioned the lighthouse or the beach were some of your go-to places, yes...?
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