[He can't shake off the sinking feeling of all too familiar doubts. It bothers him to think that she could have have somewhere, something, someone else to go back to in her world. Because he has absolutely nothing in his. Not even 'his' world, but the one Lloyd created. Even if he weren't dead, what would be there for him?]
......Right...? [Quiet, uncertain, but too late to draw back. Far too late.]
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......Right...? [Quiet, uncertain, but too late to draw back. Far too late.]