[Oh Liam, such a good helper! Trying to hand out umbrellas to people freezing to death in the snow as if that'd help them! Well, maybe it does? Who cares anyway. But there's no kind of unnerving auras or sudden nightmares assaulting reality or anything terrible at all.
Except at one random point he turns around and it's an old face. Somewhat older with a cracked smile, crossed arms, and no presence at all.]
『 I THOUGHT YOU COULD SENSE ME THROUGH THAT MARK OF YOURS. 』
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Except at one random point he turns around and it's an old face. Somewhat older with a cracked smile, crossed arms, and no presence at all.]
『 I THOUGHT YOU COULD SENSE ME THROUGH THAT MARK OF YOURS. 』