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"That's a pity… We are all just people trying to hold on to whatever we still have left after losing our lives…"
"…"
Silence fell again.
For a brief moment, Elayne looked at the thick wall and sensed that the person on the other side was struggling. His tone of voice and the careful way he chose his words made it seem as though he desperately wanted company, yet found it difficult to keep talking at the same time.
She chose not to ask for his name just yet. There was something about the way he spoke that made her feel she should give him a little more time. Perhaps he had been alone for so long that simply having someone listen to him was already enough.
"My bad."
"Oh?"
"That might have come across a little rude. I didn't want to offend you."
"That's fine. I've seen the type of undead you just described with my own eyes. I've been forced to defeat them or kill them more times than I can count… I never enjoyed it, but it had to be done."
