[ At least there's someone conscious inside, though from behind a thick layer of glass, it sounds a bit touch and go. And likewise, familiar...? How could he not remember the first voice he'd heard when awakening in this place. Paused on that threshold, Kizuna's senses fan, latching onto that little spark, all pale sweetness. ]
Oh! I know that voice! [ He jiggles the handle again, more gently this time. ] We were married, once.
[ Pleasant and mellow now as he considers his options. ]
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Oh! I know that voice! [ He jiggles the handle again, more gently this time. ] We were married, once.
[ Pleasant and mellow now as he considers his options. ]
You don't feel well?