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"Alright. Lead the way and I'll follow," Cynthian said. She trailed behind Nip while surveying her environment. For the first time, the creepiness of the forest began to settle in. <><><>>><

"Don't worry, she won't. Even if she did, you have friends here who will stand beside you," Cynthian said as she took a few steps ahead of him. "And yeah, we should probably head back now... though I'm not sure which way I came in from..."

Someone unpleasant in his past? That description held an air of familiarity to it. Cynthian knew why. She too had someone unpleasant like that. Cynthian moved closer to Nip and looked up at him with the kind of reassuring smile Mama Zahra used to give her. "Yes, you're right. She's not here...

"Safe from her? Who?" Cynthian tilted her head slightly, though her voice carried an edge of worry in it.

"No, it's fine. I know what it's like to be looked down on for being small, among other things. That's how my budew years were especially." Cynthian made eye contact with Nip, and held a glimmer of sympathy in her eyes. "It's good that you had Tempest. I haven't spoken to your familiar much...

"What?" Cynthian briefly looked wide eyed shadow Nip, then she lowered her eyes. "I don't know about that or not." Cynthian fidgeted uncomfortably for a moment, and released a trickle of lemon and honey from her flowers. "I've... I've never had this many friends before. I only had one...

"Yeah, I was. A dark matter almost destroyed my world too years ago. The whole world got sucked into the void lands briefly..." Cynthian shut her eyes and exhaled a deep sigh. "It still feels like a nightmare, though coming back here makes the experience feel a lot more real." Cynthian...

Cynthian raised an eyebrow at Nip's shadow. In truth she didn't know much about Nip as their interactions in the past hadn't been plentiful. "I think it's very reasonable to fight for your friends," she said to the shadow sneasel. "I'm glad to see you're doing well though, Nip. The void...

Cynthian's heart persisted on following Brisa, but she tripped over and fell on her face. With the adrenaline rush of the last few minutes gone, exhaustion weighed on her like a pile of rocks. She got up to her knees with a groan. It pained her not being able to help Owen out... but she...

Cynthian's flowers a strong tangy fragrance upon hearing that, and she smiled warmly as her eyes glistened. "Yes, I shouldn't forget that," she said, following Brisa in tow. <><><><>

Without warning, Cynthian's shadow lunged for Brisa and held her in a tight embrace while she cried. "I want to be with my friends and everyone again! I want to see Icetales again. I want to make more dolls with Leg. I want to fight to protect them!" The shadow's body began to fade like the...

"What if I fail again? What if I break down and become helpless again?! Is it really okay? To just be me?" Cynthian and her shadow said in unison. The strong mint and lemon scents of her flowers almost suffocated the air around them.

"I can't do any of those things, Brisa! I'm not like Mama Rosa. If only she got sent to you guys instead of me, then everything would have been okay. I'm just a fake, a cheap imitation, a coward" the shadow said with smoky tears flowing down her cheeks. "I'm scared, Brisa. I'm scared I'll...

"Brisa?" Cynthian called out meekly. She looked at her shadow being pinned down and helpless, then her eyes drifted to Brisa. Rather than relief, Cynthian instead felt— "I was right. I only know how to be saved, and then left behind once they know I'm only good at dragging others down." She...

Cynthian heaved and panted, but she kept running even as her chest burned with pain. She leaned against one of the identical lifeless trees to catch her breath. Everywhere she turned looked exactly the same. "I only know how to run... Whenever I get scared..." That dreadful shadow was still...