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[stolengood]

Hey! You! Yeah, come here. Help me get that thing off the silo.

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[wingsinthedust]

What thing?

[wingsinthedust]

That was a song? But I am sure you are special regardless of what I say.

[stolengood]

You're an adorable little weirdo, aren't you.

[wingsinthedust]

Others have told me I was weird before, yes.

[stolengood]

Yeah, I get it all the time.

What's your name, kiddo?

[wingsinthedust]

You do? *legitimately curious at that*

I am called Mytho.

[stolengood]

Yeah, I meant it nicely.

[wingsinthedust]

If it's what I am, then it is what it is.

But you do sound nice.

[stolengood]

Why do you think that?

[wingsinthedust]

I suppose it is not thinking, but a feeling. Others have said the same words with different intonations. Yours sounded as if you did not mind.

[stolengood]

Are you stuck here?

[wingsinthedust]

Others have said they cannot leave.

[stolengood]

Why?

[wingsinthedust]

The Director will not let them leave until she feels their role is finished, and no one knows how she determines such things. Some have been here for years, others for mere days.

[stolengood]

But you don't feel this way?

[wingsinthedust]

I came in search of someone. As long as she must remain here, I would stay with her.