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in this cursed second life 、where does the mask end and i begin .ᐣ

The Dales is unfortunately full of those thanks to the war. Much less wet compared to the Mire. (It's hard to bring up in conversation.... Especially when she isn't sure who would understand.) I feel bad sending you alone.

... I think you shouldn't go to the Mire anymore then. I can figure something else out. (They hum softly, trying to think of a way to strengthen it as they carefully sew up the wound.) Do you have any ideas?

(They do as requested, taking his hands to hold the organs inside while they quickly fetch the kit they use to sew up wounds.) What happened....

(Gross gross gross---) .... sit down and tell me what to do. Do I just??? shove them back in and sow you up like a doll????

Y-You??? Shouldn't we put them back????? Nod and walk away? If you're uncomfortable speaking to people you do not have to.

........... You got.... nervous???? And just dumped bunch of sopping wet organs on my desk????? Who do they even belong to???

.... I heard it. Why... Why on my desk.

.... It is bath time.