| Fr: |
The nights here are cold. I want to make it certain you are comfortable.
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| Do: |
I appreciate your concern. I thought everyone had gone to sleep.
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| Fr: |
Sleep does not come easily in this place. Not any more. I was taught
the world would end in winter. First it would be desperate cold,
followed by the Demon who would devour the sun. It has been long since
we felt summer. And the Demon does work these holes.
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| Do: |
Freya, your world isn't coming to an end.
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| Fr: |
Perhaps, not. But it has changed. Every night the monster comes, and
every day our numbers are lessen. And no one will speak of it. No one
speaks of the fear that he would be the next. Each me(?) becomes quieter.
And no last. Last you(?) time, we barely speak at all. Do you know what
it is to be alone among many, unable to speak your fears?
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| Do: |
I think I do.
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| Fr: |
How do you survive?
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| Do: |
I'm still learning how. I'm sure that's not very helpful.
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| Fr: |
Sometimes I believe I can see the moment of my own death. Comes in a
battle, I think. My soul raised high. It is said that fate often
spares the doom warrior. It is courage can prevail. There had
been days when I felt my own courage falter. And you came.
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| Do: |
I'm glad I could help.
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| Fr: |
Perhaps, I can help you. Before combat, it is most important to stay
warm.
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| Do: |
Well, you've done an excellent job with a fire. I'm sure of.
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| Fr: |
Fire is not the only heat, Schweitzer. You know where I sleep.
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