[ He shakes his, inspecting the branch she brandishes as a sword. ]
Nothing. [ A lie, one he does not feel well about at all. Yet he is not certain of poisoning the relaxed air they find themselves in with regrets and bitter longings. ]
I wonder how large this forest is. [ He looks up at the trees above their heads. ]
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Nothing. [ A lie, one he does not feel well about at all. Yet he is not certain of poisoning the relaxed air they find themselves in with regrets and bitter longings. ]
I wonder how large this forest is. [ He looks up at the trees above their heads. ]