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A form comes from some obscure spot in the nexus. How did they get there? They're not even sure. But once again, they find themselves in the nexus.
Dressed in a white cloak, hood up, the person in question kept their head down. They seemed a bit confused about where they were and for a moment, they seemed to stare at that ever present sign like it would offer up the answer to a question not yet spoken.
Lifting their head, the hood falls back to reveal a very familiar face.
Breaking into a slow and friendly smile she speaks softly, her voice raspy and hoarse- moreso than before. "Given a second chance and I have no idea what kind of question to ask."
"I'd ask who missed me, but that seems a bit egotistical, doesn't it? So instead I'll ask, what's a good way to celebrate having another shot at life?"
"Also, you've had the opportunity to go back and talk with some people who have long since passed away. You're the last one of their... religion. They want you to spread their message. How does one even begin?" She adds after a moment. "Sorry if that made no sense."
Dressed in a white cloak, hood up, the person in question kept their head down. They seemed a bit confused about where they were and for a moment, they seemed to stare at that ever present sign like it would offer up the answer to a question not yet spoken.
Lifting their head, the hood falls back to reveal a very familiar face.
Breaking into a slow and friendly smile she speaks softly, her voice raspy and hoarse- moreso than before. "Given a second chance and I have no idea what kind of question to ask."
"I'd ask who missed me, but that seems a bit egotistical, doesn't it? So instead I'll ask, what's a good way to celebrate having another shot at life?"
"Also, you've had the opportunity to go back and talk with some people who have long since passed away. You're the last one of their... religion. They want you to spread their message. How does one even begin?" She adds after a moment. "Sorry if that made no sense."