[ Back amid their more celestial environment, Ozymandias is quietly paying his respects to his loved ones when he is abruptly awoken from nostalgic daydreams by some girl. Golden eyes study her features, and in spite of their color, a dark shadow obscures their brightness. He doesn’t respond immediately, tilting his head to the side in wonder. ]
Why ask such an obvious question?
[ He’s being harsh, unnecessarily so. But, her words rub at an invisible wound. There’s a knife-edge to his laugh. ]
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Why ask such an obvious question?
[ He’s being harsh, unnecessarily so. But, her words rub at an invisible wound. There’s a knife-edge to his laugh. ]
There is nothing you can do about this.