[Sorey goes quiet at that, looking out over the park, over the pristine rides (besides what Mikleo's destroyed), the new planks of wood, the gleaming metal. This isn't like the ruins they'd always traversed; even the ones with little malevolence still showed the wear and tear of time, the weight of decay.
Thinking of them as ruins is...easier.]
Sometimes... [Sorey says quietly, in a voice maybe like his and maybe not like his, eyes tracking over the rides, looking a little far away as he remembers bright light mottled with darkness on a Throne a million miles and years away,] -sometimes the only thing you can take comfort in is the absence of suffering.
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Thinking of them as ruins is...easier.]
Sometimes... [Sorey says quietly, in a voice maybe like his and maybe not like his, eyes tracking over the rides, looking a little far away as he remembers bright light mottled with darkness on a Throne a million miles and years away,] -sometimes the only thing you can take comfort in is the absence of suffering.