[ This isn't right, this isn't real. She won't believe that it is real, no matter what this phantom says ─ this man wearing a too familiar face, a too painful face. She shakes her head. ]
No more, I beg of you.
[ If he says anything else she does not stick around to hear it, one two three steps and she is running, caring little as to where she goes as long as it is far away from him.
She hates this place, she hates it as much as she hates Paradisa itself. ]
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[ This isn't right, this isn't real. She won't believe that it is real, no matter what this phantom says ─ this man wearing a too familiar face, a too painful face. She shakes her head. ]
No more, I beg of you.
[ If he says anything else she does not stick around to hear it, one two three steps and she is running, caring little as to where she goes as long as it is far away from him.
She hates this place, she hates it as much as she hates Paradisa itself. ]