[ Garma doesn't answer for a moment, busying himself rummaging through the wardrobe - full of uniforms and fine clothing both. It really is all his and he wants to be home for real so badly he could cry. ]
.. I don't know. Maybe... Remember how my hands have Zolf's tattoos? Are we all... merging? Even our minds?
[ Actually he hates that he just said this out loud, it sounds too horrifying now. ]
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.. I don't know. Maybe... Remember how my hands have Zolf's tattoos? Are we all... merging? Even our minds?
[ Actually he hates that he just said this out loud, it sounds too horrifying now. ]