Recap Thread 4
You've been ignoring the sensation at the back of your neck for a while now, but it just won't go away.
It's not danger, or movement on or under the ground. Everyone knows this feeling, you're sure.
It's that crawling sensation of indeterminate guilt. You know you're in trouble, you just aren't quite sure what you've done.
And besides, you reassure yourself. You haven't done anything wrong. You're sure of that. You've been very careful, yes.
And Mom should be half a country away by now. Probably.
The river you're on is slow.
Relaxng, really. You're not sure of the destination yet, but the dungeon seems to be vaguely automatic- There's not much in the way of navigation required.
So instead, you're left to contend with your friend dramatising your life story, all while riding your back.
"With her companion fallen, she would not rest, would not tire-"
"We stopped to eat, yes. And at night."
"... Her spirit was tireless, unconquerable! She would press deep into the woods and save her follower, and naught would slow her-"
You drag your hand in the water as the raft follows the river.
She's not wrong, really. Nin just... exagerates. To a certain extreme, on occasion.
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