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[There's a field of flowers, with a child Asch laying in it. You might recognize this child as the Death that has been wandering around. Now, this child sleeping... not exactly normal per se, but you can imagine that even Death may sleep occasionally. The dew on his clothing and the fact he's actually laying on the flowers instead of them poking through him, well. That's different]

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[Approaches slowly, bending down] Hey kid...[Shakes him gently]

[makes little incoherent noises, sleepy]

Hey. Wake up.

[very slowly opens on eye]

What are you doing here?

What are- [tries to get up... and can't muster the strength for it]

Need some help?

[puts his hand to his chest, frowning, wondering what it was he was feeling]

[Sits in front of him] Hey.

That's impossible.

What is?

I can't- [looks at him, frowning, squinting]

Kid, you're not being clear.

[shaking, closing his eyes] I can't see. It's too fuzzy and it's loud.

You want me to take you somewhere else?

[holding his chest] It's loud. How do you deal, with it...

[Whispers a little more quietly] You get used to it when you're born in the middle of all the noise.

[She moves to wrap her arms around him, picking up and walking towards the rooms.]