Things are, in dreams, one might say... an empty void. A space not unlike Hueco Mungo - vast and without borders. You think this, when you arrive in the landscape of your own mind
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[She watches the whole thing, unsure of what to make of it. The scents, the feeling, it is all too...real. And yet it is all played out by the Forge. How strange.]
That scent. I want it.
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The bamboo?
It is rather pleasant, isn't it?
[He watches the screen for a long moment.]
And you are one of those silver-eyed women.
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[She looks off for a few moments, as if thinking. At the mention, she turns back to the screen, keeping the one eye exposed.]
Yes. Am one. Who are you?
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And I am called Sousuke Aizen. You might say I am familiar with your kind. [And the monsters you become. He sips his tea.] And your name?
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Mmmm. I'm Miata.
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[Charming! Really, people do like to go on and on.]
[...him, too.]
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And smothering. Urgh.
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It looked like too much. You were smothered by too much.
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It is a matter of keeping one's internal self separate from the constant onslaught of the outside world.
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