[lick stands, their expression troubled.
lick: "... you're right. i don't have to make sense of... it..."]
[their legs buckle underneath them., the white wisps flowing all around them, the panel itself breaking up as they lose consciousness.]
[lick collapses on the roof of the train, the bleached smoke completely consuming the panel and the environment around them.]
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[lick stands, their expression troubled.
lick: "... you're right. i don't have to make sense of... it..."]
[their legs buckle underneath them., the white wisps flowing all around them, the panel itself breaking up as they lose consciousness.]
[lick collapses on the roof of the train, the bleached smoke completely consuming the panel and the environment around them.]