[The Rangda doesn't seem to mind. "Even if I had a bed, you'd just have found me there... you have that sort of face, under all that. Are you twins?"]
What if we are? It's not all it's cracked up to be, you know.
[The Rangda nods, drawing itself tighter in its tangled heap. "What is? Huh, but you seem like you get it. Life is nothing but hunger and pain... and now I'm so alone. Let me stay!"
There's a momentary flash of white light, and then Magpie's black mask shimmers. Rangda's voice sounds in his head. I am thou, thou art I! What's will without a dream to lift it, or fear when no one speaks your name and shudders?
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What if we are? It's not all it's cracked up to be, you know.
[The Rangda nods, drawing itself tighter in its tangled heap. "What is? Huh, but you seem like you get it. Life is nothing but hunger and pain... and now I'm so alone. Let me stay!"
There's a momentary flash of white light, and then Magpie's black mask shimmers. Rangda's voice sounds in his head. I am thou, thou art I! What's will without a dream to lift it, or fear when no one speaks your name and shudders?
He drops to his knees, mouth open.]