[Thrall grunts slightly as he exits Caravaca house, wolf in tow. Covemates of the lumbering orc may notice a door that looks as if ripped off its hinges and strewn lazily aside.]
Hrm... the elements are certainly... odd, here. They're in constant flux... but I can't seem to pin it down... [He sighs slightly and pats the wolf on the head, heading
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I too have lost touch with the earth on my arrival, it has been slow growing accustomed to it.
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Miss Aerith...? Are... Are you alright?
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I no longer have the urge to steal children. It is not as good when they cannot see me. It would ruin the effort of creating a changeling to replace the child with. It is wrong to steal the children, I suppose, though I have had Marche to play with, and he is fun to fly with.
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I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean...
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The answers are beyond my reach, i cannot explain the reasons behind my actions, I have been acting more on impulse than thought, instincts that I had not felt before.
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Aerith, I want to help you... this Vergil, where is he? I will get your answers, one way or another.
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....Upper cove. [She frowns again, but smiles after a moment.] You two live right next to each other and you don't know each other's names? Really, Thrall.
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Hmm... I've only been there for a few minutes. I've been sleeping beneath the stars... I was only in the building after the city transported me there when I apparently strayed too far from the city limits...
What does this... son of Sparda as you put it, look like? I will be sure to get whatever answers you require.
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Right. I will return soon with whatever information I can gather.
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