I apologize, but- I am the White Dragon. I refuse to go near or touch anything that might taint the sacred powers that have been bestowed upon me. Even in such a place as this.
[ WHY WOULD PEOPLE LOOK AT HIM WEIRD. Do no worlds realize the greatness of the dragons gosh.
But that's fine. He knows somewhere in his head he's supposed to be doing something. And Lucifel is acting weird, so perhaps it is best to try and find a way out of here. ]
The thing looks at you, and you see now that it's not a demon at all. It's a man - or the remains of one, maimed and broken and mangled so much that he's barely recognisable as a human at all.
How...did he not see this before? Why...? His stomach feels sick, shock and horror bubbling in his throat, and he genuinely feels nauseous, lifting a hand up to his mouth while he swallows the bile thickly. ]
Why did I...?
[ Why was he so blind? He moves forward tentatively, a hand reaching out toward him but he's afraid to touch him. Is it possible to without causing him more pain? ]
Y-You are all of these experiences. You are the man who was wrongly killed. A-And you are the demon that you became as a result of it. You are the you that had the form of that woman and also the you that had the form of a man in the kitchen.
You are the person who avenged in the past, and you are a person who enjoys being Santa. You are a friend and you are also a lover to the people who care about you. You are all of these things.
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Would you like to take a turn?"
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But you have my congratulations nonetheless.
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But that's fine. He knows somewhere in his head he's supposed to be doing something. And Lucifel is acting weird, so perhaps it is best to try and find a way out of here. ]
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-but you're no longer in the village. You're on a rocky outcropping somewhere high up, surrounded by mountains.
The sun is still shining. It's still raining.
the demon is here, kneeling on the ground.
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. . . How did you escape?
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What will you do now?
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"No, you're right. I'll keep on doing the same thing I did to them until now."
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What is it that you truly want? Why is it that I am to be faced with you again?
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Go on, then.
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"What am I?"
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Oh no. No-
How...did he not see this before? Why...? His stomach feels sick, shock and horror bubbling in his throat, and he genuinely feels nauseous, lifting a hand up to his mouth while he swallows the bile thickly. ]
Why did I...?
[ Why was he so blind? He moves forward tentatively, a hand reaching out toward him but he's afraid to touch him. Is it possible to without causing him more pain? ]
Nevermind that, you--
[ He needs help ]
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Just answer the question."
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You're Doodleman. But... you-- you were human.
[ He hadn't really been a demon at all. ]
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Even though you were treated so horrifically, I-I think that you have gone on to do some magnificent things.
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Uu... What is the question again?
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Y-You are all of these experiences. You are the man who was wrongly killed. A-And you are the demon that you became as a result of it. You are the you that had the form of that woman and also the you that had the form of a man in the kitchen.
You are the person who avenged in the past, and you are a person who enjoys being Santa. You are a friend and you are also a lover to the people who care about you. You are all of these things.
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