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"Your… What?" Dale asked in confusion
"Ahem… My current appearance does not escape my senses… Even if I'm currently trapped within this block of stone." Qrubin said ironically
"I'm dying… Maybe I'm even already dead, it depends on the perspective as this was the price I chose for the sake of preservation."
"The old giving way to the young… You know how it goes."
"... But… What happens if you… You know…"
"There's no need to beat around the bush, I don't quite mind it… Well… Maybe not as much as I would've in the past, I'm now too old and too far gone to care."
"..."
"As for why I chose this… This goes back to a few years before the Wall fell." Qrubin said as he closed his eyes, remembering long-lost conversations with his comrades and family
