*TWITCH*And how long are you going to mope?You know that perfectly well.—Shut up.Hmph!Humans are born and die every single day.
Why would you get bent out of shape over one of them?Ridiculous, is what it is.*GRIT**GRAB!*You won't get to meet her that way.
Our souls cannot leave these husks.I'm not in the mood to play with you right now.
Go home.Just like you knew that, unlike us, that girl would have an ending.
