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"Sombra never left." He said'
"How will she help? We'll be lost for a few thousand years." He asked.
Narrowleaf dropped to the ground. "It g-got me..." He mumbled.
Willow wailed again. "Shh... It'll be okay, Willow." Narrowleaf consoled. "...What do you mean?"
Narrowleaf was lost in thought. "...She's gone..." He thought.
"I'm a scaredy c-c-cat..." Narrowleaf admitted. "...Th-That's why..."
"I w-was a student. My f-fiance... She was a student, too..."
"Wh-What were y-you?" Narrowleaf asked.
"Trick q-question..." He replied.
"It's still g-gross..." He replied. "..Eyes..."
Narrowleaf sighed. "G-Gross..." He murmured.
Yep. Very... Interesting.
It's... Existant.
Good. By the way... Dat Different Devils.
Sure? And I'm doin' fine. You?
(Eww. Gross.) Narrowleaf ran away, a changeling flying behind him. "Go away!" He yelped.
Narrowleaf fired arrows at a few bandits. "Get away from me!!" He sobbed.
"D-Doesn't work th-that..." Narrowleaf murmured. "It's..."
"B... B-B-Bandits!!!" Narrowleaf called, pointing to the aproaching group.
(I just noticed. My tablet's dumb with images. Whoops.) "You can't. We'll just... vanish..." Narrowleaf muttered.
