[The echo in his head was an unpleasant one; the voice of a long-dead ghost, an echo crafted of guilt, loneliness, and the corrupting arcane. She had never been real, he was sure of that now--just another whisper of the now long-silenced Hexcore.]
[How strange, now, that his own words spoken in the absolute depths of depsair would be echoed in earnest.]
Even should our paths diverge, you will not be wholly rid of me quite so easily, Vakama. [He pulled back with a thin smile, his own hand coming up to the other's shoulder.] Traveling worlds is not so difficult an endeavor for me, least of all to seek out a friend.
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[The echo in his head was an unpleasant one; the voice of a long-dead ghost, an echo crafted of guilt, loneliness, and the corrupting arcane. She had never been real, he was sure of that now--just another whisper of the now long-silenced Hexcore.]
[How strange, now, that his own words spoken in the absolute depths of depsair would be echoed in earnest.]
Even should our paths diverge, you will not be wholly rid of me quite so easily, Vakama. [He pulled back with a thin smile, his own hand coming up to the other's shoulder.] Traveling worlds is not so difficult an endeavor for me, least of all to seek out a friend.