[ You find yourself in a section of the maze walled off by hedges sporting glowing magenta flowers. Several tree stumps with rich velvet cushions on them surround a much larger stump, upon which lie a number of cards... ]
This guy's getting off on our suffering, right? What would be even more amusing to someone like that? If there's something that really can help us, but he knows we'll never pick it.
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You know, people can do whatever they want. But I really think avoid the death card.
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[Probably not. Isabela says a lot of things, okay.]
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Shit. We don't know anything.
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I'm getting a maker-damned memory.
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[quiet for a moment, like he just thought of something that he hadn't thought of before]
Death is change, isn't it? An ending to make way for a new beginning.
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[just shakes his head]
Nevermind, then.
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