[It knows this chance will be fleeting. One Seven Three races past you, the stub of his appendage clipping against your upper arm along the way. Running into the great expanse of this new world, it can see, here and there, other Soft Ones. But the white is so vast, it knows it can easily hide.]
[If One Seven Three could hope, it's hope would be the same as many of those who knew of it's existence: That One Seven Three would never be seen again.]
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[It knows this chance will be fleeting. One Seven Three races past you, the stub of his appendage clipping against your upper arm along the way. Running into the great expanse of this new world, it can see, here and there, other Soft Ones. But the white is so vast, it knows it can easily hide.]
[If One Seven Three could hope, it's hope would be the same as many of those who knew of it's existence: That One Seven Three would never be seen again.]