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On Death Island.
Well, we had a good run, didn't we? [ She looks solemn and uncomfortable addressing things; poignant, her strings pulled taut into a false smile that's simply meant to reassure anyone that might listen to her. ] It's kind of pathetic and that body can't fight. She's not like me, looks or otherwise, but... sometimes you have to settle, right?
[ She's not quite resigned, but it's clear her pessimistic nature is overpowering any hopefulness she might have about it all. She pauses, searching for the right words. It's not as if she's ever been known for this, for being able to offer something that breaks everything else down. Rather, she's known for action and now isn't the time for it. She's at a standstill, ghosting over the memories and history of a woman who seemingly no longer exists. All she can do is try not to be a downer. ]
It's alright. Really.
[ She's not quite resigned, but it's clear her pessimistic nature is overpowering any hopefulness she might have about it all. She pauses, searching for the right words. It's not as if she's ever been known for this, for being able to offer something that breaks everything else down. Rather, she's known for action and now isn't the time for it. She's at a standstill, ghosting over the memories and history of a woman who seemingly no longer exists. All she can do is try not to be a downer. ]
It's alright. Really.
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