[No, is all he can think of with the 'bye' confirmation. He's not even sure why that is, but something about the sentiment he just immediately shuts down. He'll think on it later, when he's not so exhausted. The door is more important. ]
There was a table down. Down a couple flights. Where Vanitas cut my arms off, I was on a table.
[ Although a lot of that is feeling like some sort of weird dream now, it's the only one he can remember. ]
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There was a table down. Down a couple flights. Where Vanitas cut my arms off, I was on a table.
[ Although a lot of that is feeling like some sort of weird dream now, it's the only one he can remember. ]