It's a rather quaint town when you get down to it. At least, that's what the Sheriff would argue. Warm and dry in the mornings and afternoons with a brisk coolness in the evenings. The perfect type of weather to just sit out on your rocking chair and observe the comings and goings.
... Of course, there's not much in the way of comings and goings when there aren't any actual people here to watch. Nevertheless, don't let that get you down! The town is your oyster and those roosters won't stop crowing until everyone's out of bed. Up and at 'em, rise and shine, it's time to make the day yours!
After all, there's nothing wrong with the town today and you might just want to savor it while it lasts.
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[Sei relaxes visibly at that. If Xion is lying, she doesn't want to know. If she's going to die, she wants to believe that it was for a reason, that it wasn't just a mistake.
...the truth hurts sometimes. She should just accept the truth, whatever it is, but she can't muster up the energy for it.
Her eyes are out of focus, but she does her best to watch Xion's face, to listen to her voice, and her breath catches when she leans in and whispers to her.]
...promise.
[I promise.]
So don't... give...
[Her features contort in a grimace, and her body goes stiff, seizing up. Her heartbeat is slowing. She can feel it slowing.]
...up...
[There are tears rolling down her cheeks, and she realizes that they're not all Xion's. Some of them are her own.]
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...the truth hurts sometimes. She should just accept the truth, whatever it is, but she can't muster up the energy for it.
Her eyes are out of focus, but she does her best to watch Xion's face, to listen to her voice, and her breath catches when she leans in and whispers to her.]
...promise.
[I promise.]
So don't... give...
[Her features contort in a grimace, and her body goes stiff, seizing up. Her heartbeat is slowing. She can feel it slowing.]
...up...
[There are tears rolling down her cheeks, and she realizes that they're not all Xion's. Some of them are her own.]