[... it makes a sound, a huff of air that might be something approaching a laugh against its pillow. The moment passes as quickly as it arrived, however, the mood replaced with something much more somber, much more like the SQUIP's typical feelings as of late.]
... I want to get away, too. From... everything, these feelings...
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... I want to get away, too. From... everything, these feelings...
[... and then L speaks again and it frowns.]
You think...?