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Listen. The whispers in the dark.

And yet we both hear whispers.

I've met only a few who can that which I can. Most ended up insane.

Been told I already am. One step ahead, skip, skip, skip.

A bit young to already have a mind so fractured.

Young in body, not in mind.

Are you one of the souls that has come back again from death? The ones who get recycled over and over again?

I don't know, to be honest.

I could find out, if you would like.

I don't think Franklin would like it. But thank you anyway.

Well, let's not upset him then, whomever he may be.

My rat, silly.

Ah, of course he is.

*She smiles.*

He's very protective of me.