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Nothing to do. It's not an answer Osozo likes to hear, not one they believe, really, but Arialla is the expert, and has been more than gracious in the face of their incessant questions. "I hope I get the chance to experience it one day." Though, the girl was right. Experiencing grief would mean they'd have to get close enough to someone, to something, that they needed to mourn. It wasn't something that was going to happen soon. Irritation wasn't a taste they wanted associated with themself, but they knew, if they left now, it was what would cling in Arialla's mind. If they lingered, maybe a little longer, they had the chance to shift that perception, though they really didn't have the foggiest idea of how to do that. "If... you would like to face the Voice, I would be happy to come with you." It was going back, trading in something that could potentially blow up in their face, but it felt like something helpful they could offer. osozo Electrifying mine chambers wholly scorching out thine sovereignty