NPC Inbox: Fear

[lingeringfear]

[Fear's inbox message is simply a crackling of static, with vague thumps here and there. It goes on for about thirty seconds before cutting short, like the sound was snapped off.]

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[unitas]

Not to you, it wouldn't. You see him in a very different light than I do. [ Then again, can she blame Fear too much? Sorrow saved him, saved Hope, and virtually gave them a second chance, but she has trouble seeing past the fact that Sorrow is a giant dick and knows how to close the Door and doesn't.

She's likely painted a picture of him that she now uses as target practice with a bow. Arrow to the face! A thousand arrows to his face! ]

You were the last ones: did he really have any other choice? I don't think so. If I were you, I'd keep that in mind.

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[lingeringfear]

I do. Knowing exactly how strategically useful you are gives you equal footing when trying to reason with him. Keep that in mind next time you see him.

You're trying to talk me away from him. [He observes, a little cheekily.] Does that mean you're starting to like me?