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[ There aren't as many words as there are feelings of worry. There's a young lady and man standing in a bright hallway. They're talking, but it's only a pantomime with no voice. It looks like the younger girl is picking on the boy by the way he flusters and strains out a retort. I guess, if it's all true, it's up to you now. I hope you're ready.
Sorrow touches the thought, as well as some frustration. Gabriel's words filter like a voice-over into the scene, and everything fades, either from lack of contact or Phoenix's struggle to pay attention. ]
Making the most of it, huh? [ It's not what he wants to ask, but he doesn't want to shoot the conversation down. It's going so well so far. ]