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HELLO
"You've reached Elysium! Lost? Need an ear? I'm your guy! I'll get back to you as soon as I can."
GOODBYE
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uses this icon in a pure context. It truly has been so long since he's felt this kind of unbridled joy. Life in the mountain village had always been shadowed by the oppressive overhang of the erasure. And while Purgatory is a sanctuary by comparison, there's the sense of unease that never quite leaves.
Still, at least in this moment, Elysium can say that things feel like they'll genuinely be okay, despite the small inclination that Reirin still shouldn't be here at all. Even through everything, he's genuinely glad to have met her. The feeling that she'd saved him hasn't changed. ]
How can I compete against words like that…? I'll have to show you my conviction instead. [ Before either of them get too dizzy, he sets her back on her feet, still keeping her close. ] What would the fair Lady Reirin like as her prize for defeating me, by her own merit?