[The wind blows in the background; for now, Syaoran takes a breath, as if to speak. Then he pauses, silent for a few moments but for some belabored breathing. Then:]
...The forest.
Are they--? ...
[He falls silent. Footsteps begin, slow, heavy, a continuous rhythm of them.]
...They have to be.
I need to--
[...] Princess--
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