[He's standing on the edge of a tall, tall building- the very lip of it- staring out into the distance. As if one slight breeze wouldn't knock him over and topple him to what would probably be his death.
Ys (not Yuca, Ys) takes a deep breath. Looks down toward the ground, lets the wind sway him where he stands. His eyes are hollow, dead. He
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[He contemplates the ground below.]
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[It's barely a whisper.]
Maybe the price will be my memories. Maybe they'll be my eternity. It could be worth it.
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[Knowing him, he's tried them all.]
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It wouldn't make a difference.
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