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"[🌻 ffxiv, comic] listen to my voice, listen to our heartbeat (2/3)"
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"Page 3 of the comic. The scene fades away to white and N'ever stands with her back to the viewer, her shadow stretching out in front of her in the form of red flowers from the Royal Menagerie. Where it ends, the imposing form of Zenos looms. N'ever: I... Myste appears within that ethereal space. Myste: Are you afraid? N'ever: Excuse me? Myste: Do you not like the kind of person you are? N'ever: Wha-? Myste: Or... do you think you might not be a person at all?"
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"Page 4 of the comic. N'ever has turned to look at Myste, and in the white voice, an ominous, dark shadow erupts from behind him, the silhouettes of claws and hands stretching out of it, seemingly desperate to escape. "What are we, then?" Myste's looks upward, directly at N'ever, his face shadowed but his eyes gleaming like something unnatural. His expression is calm but accusatory. N'ever returns his gaze, clearly unsettled and frightened. "What have you made of us, N'ever?" "What have you become?" The last thought is somewhat cut off by a cloud of blue smoke overtaking the rest of the page."
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