[Namur's journal shuts quietly. You're all alone Marco. All. Alone.
Until a few minutes later when there's the sound of heavy footsteps and a quiet thump. Namur joins Marco laying on the floor in silent hipster protest for a few minutes, then pokes him in the side of the head with a webbed finger.]
What y' gonna regret more? Tryin' in spite a everythin' an' maybe failin', maybe not? Or givin' up 'fore y' even got started?
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[Namur's journal shuts quietly. You're all alone Marco. All. Alone.
Until a few minutes later when there's the sound of heavy footsteps and a quiet thump. Namur joins Marco laying on the floor in silent hipster protest for a few minutes, then pokes him in the side of the head with a webbed finger.]
What y' gonna regret more? Tryin' in spite a everythin' an' maybe failin', maybe not? Or givin' up 'fore y' even got started?