No, [Cloud replies, because he can't do anything else, because Folkmore is still forcing him to cut himself open in front of the people he'd least like to see.] I'm still scared of you.
[Things like that. Things he doesn't even want to say to himself, falling out of his mouth, like guts from a stomach wound, plop on the ground in a pile of blood and viscera.] And I don't want to not be scared of you.
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[Things like that. Things he doesn't even want to say to himself, falling out of his mouth, like guts from a stomach wound, plop on the ground in a pile of blood and viscera.] And I don't want to not be scared of you.