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Wang Rou β The White Peony β
SPEECH: #3369A0
Wang Rou β The White Peony β
SPEECH: #3369A0
"I...I'm sorry. I can't read them," he whispered a bit shamefully.
He pressed his fingers to his temple and rubbed lightly, trying to rid himself of the migraine that was forming.
""Questions... Yes, I have quite a few, but perhaps... later," whispered Wang Rou. ""Something about this all is making me feel a bit sick."
Closing his eyes against a wave of nausea, Wang Rou took a deep breath. He felt like there were memories that he just couldn't reach. Voices calling out to him. A whole culture, an entire ancestry... lost. He couldn't focus on one train of thought for long, feeling himself growing weaker and sicker by the second.
""I think... I think I need to leave," he mumbled, words slurring slightly.
He pressed his fingers to his temple and rubbed lightly, trying to rid himself of the migraine that was forming.
""Questions... Yes, I have quite a few, but perhaps... later," whispered Wang Rou. ""Something about this all is making me feel a bit sick."
Closing his eyes against a wave of nausea, Wang Rou took a deep breath. He felt like there were memories that he just couldn't reach. Voices calling out to him. A whole culture, an entire ancestry... lost. He couldn't focus on one train of thought for long, feeling himself growing weaker and sicker by the second.
""I think... I think I need to leave," he mumbled, words slurring slightly.