There are the living. Life's always gonna fight the Lord of Time. It has to, that's what it means to be alive.
[He's hovering a little lower now, but further away, like he'd retreat if he could. His hand doesn't leave his chest, and he won't make eye contact, now. His head is bowed.]
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[He's hovering a little lower now, but further away, like he'd retreat if he could. His hand doesn't leave his chest, and he won't make eye contact, now. His head is bowed.]