♕ |[25]| Where neither red, nor gold, nor wine, nor the rhythm of life is known.

[had_not_lived]

[Audio]

I didn't mean to go through. I was only trying to see if I could find Anne, and while I was looking in it's like it moved to swallow me up and.

[There's a pause here as Neil tries to collect himself. He's managing not to sniffle, but not even trying to hide how distraught he is.]

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't know I'd fall through.

I want to come back. Please. I don't want to be here.

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[had_not_lived]

[Sob... waiting, waiting, waiting... No such luck though. The same all-too-familiar walls are still in place around him.]

I don't think it's working...

[inmyothertights]

...I'm sorry.

[had_not_lived]

It's not your fault... Thank you for trying, though...

I dunno what to do, I can't get out, the door doesn't open, I don't know where I'd go anyway.

[inmyothertights]

Try?

[had_not_lived]

The door won't budge. Or the windows.

It's still snowing outside. It's dark.

[inmyothertights]

Are you cold?

[had_not_lived]

No. It's all right in here. But I'd rather be anywhere else. I want to be in the City.

[inmyothertights]

.....man.

I'm so sorry, Neil.

[had_not_lived]

I feel so stupid. I should have known better than to even look.

[inmyothertights]

Don't feel stupid. I've been flying over it all day.

[had_not_lived]

You don't think the City's really going to be destroyed, do you?

[inmyothertights]

....I hope not.

[had_not_lived]

I have to get back.

[inmyothertights]

Yeah.

I know.