[So they're not dead, and this isn't a hallucination. The Stigma, compiled with the fact that there's a suspicion something from the outside brought them here and it really doesn't sit right with him. Cloud presses two fingers to his temple, rubbing them lightly and closing his eyes with a sigh. At first, he wasn't worried. But now?
At least he's not the only one.
The man mentions the mansion and he had glanced at it before his attention was drawn to the flowers, but he's only just now... looking it... over...
A giant mansion. Someone built this. Someone is here. This is getting more complicated by the minute.]
This really isn't some collective hallucination, is it?
[It feels different from every other time. His hand moves to rub at that same spot again, adjusting the sleeve even though it's already completely covered. Sometimes it drips down. Don't want this new guy to find out.]
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At least he's not the only one.
The man mentions the mansion and he had glanced at it before his attention was drawn to the flowers, but he's only just now... looking it... over...
A giant mansion. Someone built this. Someone is here. This is getting more complicated by the minute.]
This really isn't some collective hallucination, is it?
[It feels different from every other time. His hand moves to rub at that same spot again, adjusting the sleeve even though it's already completely covered. Sometimes it drips down. Don't want this new guy to find out.]