[Diluc keeps walking, trusting Flynn is with his back.
Words carve themselves into the walls around them.
‘We’ll change them from within.’
‘Visions are a light in the sea of darkness that surrounds those who have lost their way. But for those who have faith, they are little more than badges of conviction.’
More statements etch themselves in stone and Diluc’s head aches. Some of them feel familiar. He can taste the shape of them in his mouth.
Once again the sentence appears above the door at the end. ‘Who are you when all obligations are gone?’ At last Diluc stops and puts a hand on the handle, but doesn’t turn it. He looks at Flynn.] I have no idea what the hell is about to happen. I don’t like this.
…if there’s a version of me. There’s likely to be one of you. Are you ready?
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Words carve themselves into the walls around them.
‘We’ll change them from within.’
‘Visions are a light in the sea of darkness that surrounds those who have lost their way. But for those who have faith, they are little more than badges of conviction.’
More statements etch themselves in stone and Diluc’s head aches. Some of them feel familiar. He can taste the shape of them in his mouth.
Once again the sentence appears above the door at the end. ‘Who are you when all obligations are gone?’ At last Diluc stops and puts a hand on the handle, but doesn’t turn it. He looks at Flynn.] I have no idea what the hell is about to happen. I don’t like this.
…if there’s a version of me. There’s likely to be one of you. Are you ready?