Sketch 018 [voice]

[dustedsunlight]

[The post cuts into the middle of a song; if anyone's paying attention/remembers, it's this text, third one down that she found/was sung to back during the ghost plot. She gets about two sections down before noticing the communicator is on, and turning to it to speak.]

Oh... I hadn't realized I'd pressed this button. [Small sigh. She seems to be

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[moarcowbell]

I don't know if we will ever leave, but that doesn't mean give up hoping.

[dustedsunlight]

I'm sure we will, at some point.

... Maybe that's what scares me.

[moarcowbell]

Scared of leaving?

[dustedsunlight]

Well, I'm... I'm not sure what will happen when I go home.

I don't exist in my world.

[moarcowbell]

Ah.. no? I bet that's hard to think about.

[dustedsunlight]

Sort of. I just... don't know if I'll survive when I leave.