[And Homura agrees wholeheartedly with what they leave unsaid, as well. However, considering how close to that line he's walked as of late, it's a topic he won't speak of.]
Bright, and cold. I woke up in a field close to the village. It was in November of last year, to give you an idea of the weather.
And I was unharmed. I died when I was impaled by a staff, but there was no trace of that wound. Simple things like that realization surprised me the most, in those waking moments. That I felt no pain, and that I could move, and breathe.
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[And Homura agrees wholeheartedly with what they leave unsaid, as well. However, considering how close to that line he's walked as of late, it's a topic he won't speak of.]
Bright, and cold. I woke up in a field close to the village. It was in November of last year, to give you an idea of the weather.
And I was unharmed. I died when I was impaled by a staff, but there was no trace of that wound. Simple things like that realization surprised me the most, in those waking moments. That I felt no pain, and that I could move, and breathe.