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[A currently female Wingy is laying on the floor, head clutched in her hands. No screaming, no talking, just laying there with her eyes squeezed shut. Her wings are flapping uselessly against her back as she curls up.]

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Of course. After what happened at Eldrant...

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Eldrant... I haven't been there yet.

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... he no longer has a body.

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He faded away?

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Indeed.

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That'll be my fate someday.

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[flattens a hand over her neck]

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...

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No.

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[moves his hand to cup her face] No, Luke.

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What can we do? There's no way to stop it.

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There has to be.

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I wish there was. I don't want to die...

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Enough people have died for Van's twisted ideals. Now that he's dead, there shouldn't be such casualties. Not from his insane ideals.

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... he's not dead in my world.

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This shouldn't be.

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... this shouldn't...

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I'll finish things if I ever get home.

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I listened for fifty years to your voice before even that faded... you shouldn't...

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My voice?

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... my Luke.

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Right...

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... [leaves a tiny kiss on her forehead]