[{ "Move forward." }]
[{ "..." }]
[{ "Lift your ass and start moving you bastard!" }]
[{ "..." }]
[{ "Celes! Punch this fucker!" }]
[{ I... can't? I wouldn't do that even if I want to. }]
[{ "Ummm...!" }]
[{ "Calm down, pink panther. I'm alright..." }]
[{ "That you are!" }]
[{ "Haaa..." }]
She was angry. Naturally, she would be angry.
She was fighting those undead dogs there, and I was just sitting here after destroying the trolls.
I had already defeated all of them and I should move forward, but I was still here, sitting on this blood-soaked ground, thinking about the things that had just happened.
I knew what I have to do here. I know my role in this place and I also know just what things would happen after each of my decisions.
I had already overcome the simple mindset of thinking during my life in the great forest.
Or so I thought I did...
