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[Heh… snow. Naoya has found some decent clothes, so he's taken to wandering around the dome. He stops in the park for a few moments, and closes his eyes. There's a pounding in his head, as memories flash in front of his eyes.]
[Winter, and the snow is thick. The battlefield is littered with soldiers, and a young man lies next to his fallen brothers, red blood staining the snow.]
[That one in particular wasn't that long ago… maybe a hundred and fifty years or so. Heh.]
[Still, he's not going anywhere soon. He sits down on a bench, and looks up at the snow and the water high above.]