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...It can’t be…
...a nightmare…failed...
...couldn’t have… died…

[He’s muttering to himself, so only a few stray words are clear enough to be heard, at first. He hadn't intended those to be heard, necessarily, as he's checking that the phone is even on. Then, he clears his throat and speaks normally.]

Kain Highwind of the Guard reporting in. What is the current situation with the demons? I can… [He pauses, more mentally disoriented than anything. The reality of the situation is still sinking in, the memories of being possessed are… deeply unsettling. Not again. He can’t believe he’s lost himself again.] I can go anywhere I’m needed to continue our fight.

[Sigh. Well, there it is. He's in a bit of denial over what happened, but he knows deep down the truth of the matter. He'd been possessed, and... killed. Shadow, that hedgehog had ended his suffering. For now, he’ll throw himself into fighting, a warrior above all else. Mental distress will just have to get shoved deep down inside. But there is… something else bothering him. He belongs to the air, to the wind. He wants to feel that breeze on his face, to see the sky change in color. He’ll even take overcast if he could just see clouds again. The withdrawal is real.]

This is unrelated, but… How can everyone withstand a place without a sky for so long, anyway? Does anyone know if there's some way to see it again, even for a few moments?

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[It looks like this man's concerns about the demons have been addressed by others, but his question...]

Well! I have never seen the sky before! Never in my life!! Nyeh heh heh! I suppose I have an advantage there! But... even then, it can get sort of hard sometimes.

[Sans' favorite spot; the crystals in the Waterfall caverns, the ones that look like stars. Making up constellations. They did that because they felt like they had to, sometimes. It can get awfully dark in a place with no natural light.]

I suppose! The solution is to make your own sky! Yes, of course!

A life with no sky whatsoever... I can't imagine it. But then, you wouldn't know what you're missing now...

[Kain has to wonder if this is what Rydia had felt like in the Feymarch, that was underground, after all. Is it weird for the Eidolons as well, coming to the surface occasionally?]

But I don't understand what you mean. How could I make my own sky?

Creatively! And who are the most creative people around? That's right, artists!! Arts and crafts!! Recreating the feel of a sky through paper, glitter, and duct tape! Make sure to only use safety scissors!!!

[Okay, dial it back. That one got a bit away from him.]

Ah, what I mean to say is...! Express yourself through art! Perhaps even through music or poetry? Then you can relive what the sky is like through all five emotions!

[That's... a little too much enthusiasm for Kain. He sighs, though, knowing that the other person... uh, skeleton-person?... probably means well. Even if it's a completely foreign idea to Kain. Creative arts, him?]

I wouldn't know where to start, with such a thing. It's not something I have any experience with... I'd surely fail in such an attempt.

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