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What are you doing?
Attack or run away!
What are you proving this way?
Fight me or leave!
Stop it.
Stop looking at me that way.
Go away!
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I know you want to go home, but. . .
But please. . . Go upstairs now.
I promise I will take good care of you here.
I know we do not have much, but. . .
Why are you making this so difficult?
Please, go upstairs.
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Ha ha. . .
Pathetic, is it not? I cannot even save a single child.
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No, I understand.
You would just be unhappy trapped down here
The RUINS are very small once you get used to them.
It would not be right for you to grow up in a place like this.
My expectations. . . My loneliness. . . My fear. . .
For you, my child. . . I will put them aside.
If you truly wish to leave the RUINS. . .
I will not stop you.
However, when you leave. . .
Please do not come back.
I hope you understand. . .
Goodbye, my child.