Again, Leon nods, and his brow furrows more deeply as he lapses into silence. His eyes drop to the green-lighted lamp between them. It holds no answers, either.
It's not the first time that Leon has been in a strange place, unable to return home. But that was far different: his world had fallen to darkness, and it took nine years before it could be reclaimed. This situation is nothing like that.
... Or is it? Can he really say for sure? Could something have happened to Radiant Garden?
The thought is troubling, to say the least. As is the fact that, for now, it seems there's no way for him to check on his world's well-being. At least, not until he can find a way out of this.
'This.' What is this? And....
"Why am I here?"
His words are quiet; the question is directed at no one and nothing. But, after the silence of contemplation, they ring loud enough in the dark room.
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It's not the first time that Leon has been in a strange place, unable to return home. But that was far different: his world had fallen to darkness, and it took nine years before it could be reclaimed. This situation is nothing like that.
... Or is it? Can he really say for sure? Could something have happened to Radiant Garden?
The thought is troubling, to say the least. As is the fact that, for now, it seems there's no way for him to check on his world's well-being. At least, not until he can find a way out of this.
'This.' What is this? And....
"Why am I here?"
His words are quiet; the question is directed at no one and nothing. But, after the silence of contemplation, they ring loud enough in the dark room.