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Silas x Azama C
Music: No Cure For...
SILAS: Azama? Azama, are you here?
AZAMA: Ah...and so the peace of solitude is ruined. Good evening, Silas.
SILAS: Oh, I'm sorry! Were you meditating?
AZAMA: No, I was actually trying to organize this collection of histories Corndog found. Dusty old thing hasn't been touched in ages.
SILAS: Histories? Perfect! I actually came here to-
AZAMA: Silas, wait, I don't think you should-
SILAS: ...
AZAMA: ......
SILAS: It...disintegrated...
AZAMA: That was a thousand years of Hoshidan history in that book...
SILAS: Azama, I'm so sorry, I-
AZAMA: Oh well.
SILAS: ..."Oh well"?! What do you mean "Oh well"?! I just destroyed a priceless heirloom!
AZAMA: Well, you know history is doomed to repeat itself!
AZAMA: Perhaps in a thousand years time a new book with the same stories will be here. In this very same spot.
SILAS: I doubt it'll be in this exact spot... Especially considering this place exists between realities.
SILAS: Wait, how'd it get here in the first place?
AZAMA: Perhaps a spirit chained to the nether dropped it here?
SILAS: A g-ghost?
AZAMA: Sure, that works too. Now, I think I'll turn in for the night.
AZAMA: Since YOU turned this spectral artifact to dust... You can explain to Corndog why we may suddenly be haunted by untold horrors.
AZAMA: Goodnight!
SILAS: Azama, wait! Don't leave me here! Azama!
