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"No one believes in a pointless future-"
"I want to feel it poignantly until the day I die."
"This "treasure" of mine is so trivial-"
"It can't be, it can't be. I'm on that dried up, irregular course yet again."
"...Hey"
"What are we going to do?"
"...Maybe we should do this!"

Ruelle didn't know which shadows to listen to, it didn't seem to quite matter what he said; so he shut them all out and adjusted the crimson ribbon that held up his long, silky white hair as he floated along because he didn't know what else he was supposed to do. "It's not fucking funny!" he finally snapped, with both laughing in unison again. For as much as this wasn't something he liked, it was another event he had utterly no control over, which was again something he didn't like. Too much to deal with in a day and with a burnt down asylum to mark just how far the Grand Fall of Elle went into collapse yet another time over. "Why won't you leave me alone?" "You know why-" "I don't, that's why I'm asking you for something- Oh, it looks like I've forgotten, haha." His robes were soaked, cults don't give many replacement items, really.