[Something else altogether seems to pervade the air, though, besides the general feeling of neglect. Edea is caught up in the atmosphere for a moment as she muses dreamily.]
...It feels like a place where things are lost. Memories. ...Dreams.
[People.]
And swords and Asterisks.
[Then she'll come back to herself.]
Heh, sorry! I guess I'm getting a little too romantic.
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[Something else altogether seems to pervade the air, though, besides the general feeling of neglect. Edea is caught up in the atmosphere for a moment as she muses dreamily.]
...It feels like a place where things are lost. Memories. ...Dreams.
[People.]
And swords and Asterisks.
[Then she'll come back to herself.]
Heh, sorry! I guess I'm getting a little too romantic.