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[manwol for w4 killer]
I feel exactly the same. ...It really is something -- that this place makes us doubt even ourselves.
[it's infuriating, she's glaring at these flowers still]
...Did Byleth do the same? I knew she felt guilty, but... It felt like she accepted her actions.
I feel exactly the same. ...It really is something -- that this place makes us doubt even ourselves.
[it's infuriating, she's glaring at these flowers still]
...Did Byleth do the same? I knew she felt guilty, but... It felt like she accepted her actions.
[Maybe they're all killers! Everyone! Murder on Orient Express, baby!]
...Yeah. I think someone said that...whatever these killers are doing, they think they're still on our side, somehow.
When I asked Byleth that, she couldn't really answer. Like...she just couldn't. Keepin' a secret that...they would die with.
...Yeah. I think someone said that...whatever these killers are doing, they think they're still on our side, somehow.
When I asked Byleth that, she couldn't really answer. Like...she just couldn't. Keepin' a secret that...they would die with.
[.............The pain feels like an ice cold needle, in your chest.]
[That kind of failure...of having people rely on you, only to be led into a trap with them and have them hurt and destroyed because of you...its so raw, so horrible, that his hands tremble at his sides.]
[He bites down on his lip, shaking his head.]
I'm...so sorry, Manwol.
[That kind of failure...of having people rely on you, only to be led into a trap with them and have them hurt and destroyed because of you...its so raw, so horrible, that his hands tremble at his sides.]
[He bites down on his lip, shaking his head.]
I'm...so sorry, Manwol.
[Wow, the art room! Here's a nice place to chill out, and here's none other than the local emo, who is sitting at one of the wooden tables just? Sketching a bit with a charcoal stick? It seems to be just random stuff like swords and flowers, and he isn't some amazing artist or anything.]
[He's also still visibly burnt, with bandages around his hands, arms, and neck, and overall he's wearing loose clothing.]
[He blinks when Manwol comes in.]
Oh! Hey. What are...what are you doin' here?
[He's also still visibly burnt, with bandages around his hands, arms, and neck, and overall he's wearing loose clothing.]
[He blinks when Manwol comes in.]
Oh! Hey. What are...what are you doin' here?
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