[The footsteps are soft, but the presence isn't. The wind doesn't bother this figure--one that would look hauntingly familiar to Michi, if only--and he stands at the foot of the cave, looking down on this. Humanity...how far they've come, and this is the best they can do for attaining godhood? Pfft. The pharoahs themselves were unto gods, and yet this child...well, no matter.]
[The voice alone is enough to shock him out of his current state, and he looks over at the figure. It doesn't feel like him, but... it looks like him. And that's enough to make him scramble backwards, hands reaching for any sort of support on the walls around him.]
[His eyes go wide, and he just mouths the name. 'Naoya?']
[His voice shakes, and it still sounds hollow, as if he was only barely allowing his mind enough control to force out the needed words. His entire body trembles, and he struggles to control it.]
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How long do you think you can keep this up?
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[His eyes go wide, and he just mouths the name. 'Naoya?']
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[His voice shakes, and it still sounds hollow, as if he was only barely allowing his mind enough control to force out the needed words. His entire body trembles, and he struggles to control it.]
But if you're not him, who are you?
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