"It is not for either of us to ask," he says. He sounds almost--almost--sympathetic, though the sound of his own footsteps is beginning to slow. "That choice is hers alone. So long as she continues to make it, this place will continue to exist."
And then he stops entirely.
"And here is where you must also make that choice. Do you continue on? Or do you give up, and return to safety, to wait out the rest of your time here?"
The remaining walk seems to take an inordinate amount of time--hours? months? It's hard to say. The air is still cleaner than it was, but there are the sounds of voices again--louder now, more openly hostile. He can make out words now, in the mess:
"--no! Stop! No, no, no, no, no... I haven't even accomplished anything yet--!"
"--I can't stand it. I spent every one of those thousand and one nights wishing for nothing more than to not die. Every fiber of my being is terrified of death!"
"This... This can't be how I die! I was... I was going to destroy...this entire world...!!!"
They're getting louder. There are so many of them.
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[wish i had a broom to fly
fucked up]
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And then he stops entirely.
"And here is where you must also make that choice. Do you continue on? Or do you give up, and return to safety, to wait out the rest of your time here?"
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[pushing onwards]
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"--no! Stop! No, no, no, no, no... I haven't even accomplished anything yet--!"
"--I can't stand it. I spent every one of those thousand and one nights wishing for nothing more than to not die. Every fiber of my being is terrified of death!"
"This... This can't be how I die! I was... I was going to destroy...this entire world...!!!"
They're getting louder. There are so many of them.
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It means no worries for the rest of yer days~
It's a problem free~ philosophy~
Hakuna Matata~....
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And then it stops.