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It’s strange --- to be beside him. So strange. She ought to be used to his presence ( she spent so long fighting to keep from being swallowed by it, and then she didn’t fight at all ) and yet there is such a world between being within this hero’s heart and --- being close to him. He is warmer than she’d thought. It’s strange, to be beside him --- strange, but not bad.
She’s glad that she helped him wake, even if it took her death twice.
“You know, the sunset here is almost as nice as the one in Twilight Town,” she observes, leaning against the paopu tree and staring out into the sunset. The faint curve of her lips indicates that the girl is teasing; strange, that this puppet can smile without strings. “Almost.”












