[Hello, Irisviel. There's an ambivalent feeling, both pleased and a bit nervous about becoming more and more.. More.
We shall go. It lets go of its hold on the force that has her caught, and both start drifting again, pulled along by that net. You.. may have someone waiting. There is a bond. Those are painful... So, you should be ready...]
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We shall go. It lets go of its hold on the force that has her caught, and both start drifting again, pulled along by that net. You.. may have someone waiting. There is a bond. Those are painful... So, you should be ready...]