-She's laying on one of the benches, legs curled up to her chest, chin resting on her knees as she watches the feet of people walking by. Her eyes are half-closed and she's mumbling quietly to herself, curling a strand of her hair around her finger-
Wanna go home...too many doubles of people that I know but don't...
Miss Brother...even miss Edward
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...Are you okay?
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...fine.
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You don't look fine. Is there anything I can do to help?
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Unless you can send me back home, no.
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I wish I could...Angels aren't allowed to do dimensional magics without God's permission...
B-But if I could...I would take you home...
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Heh. This place never ceases to amaze.
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Thank you, though...
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