[ Blade will lean against the statue and cross his arms - it sounds like a world so far removed from his. But, it sounds familiar, at the same time. ]
...Never.
[ He repeats the word carefully, and slowly.
He chases the rabbit into the hole where the thoughts lie, unable to keep from the strange sensation of familiarity - the heightened awareness of emotions that supplies, the odd desire to see more in his own head. But, there is a fog of haze, even if the idea will remain. ]
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...Never.
[ He repeats the word carefully, and slowly.
He chases the rabbit into the hole where the thoughts lie, unable to keep from the strange sensation of familiarity - the heightened awareness of emotions that supplies, the odd desire to see more in his own head. But, there is a fog of haze, even if the idea will remain. ]
Do you believe it was luck? That you found one.