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Once again, they were standing in this hallway. Gold was a color the skeleton couldn’t see the same way anymore. While this place was undoubtedly beautiful, it carried with it in gentle winds of the dust of those that had fallen. A hand raised to adjust the scarf round his neck-- having taken to wearing it the past few runs. It helped to keep his resolve. To keep his sanity.
“Lovely day, ain’t it kiddo?” It always was. The weather down here was always the same. “Mind if we skip the usual script? Feel a’bit like a robot these days. What is this, the 125th time?” He knew the routine by now. Knew why they were here. “Said this before, but this makes a bit hard to give it my all. Course, guess that doesn’t matter now-- does it? Can’t afford not to care. Not when your this determined, heh.” A chuckle came and went-- yet hollowed out. “You know, I halfway wonder if I’m at fault here. If you keep coming back just to face me. Some sadistic enjoyment outta a strong opponent.” What was the point in this? The skeleton knew he wasn’t going to get an answer. So with a shrug of shoulders, he forced his ever-present smile to widen. “I know there’s a small part of a good person in ya, but I’m not the type to get through to it. Maybe Papy woulda been able to, but I’m far to lazy for that. We both know that-- --so lets get the show on the road, shall we?”
