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[vagabone]

[He speaks in a calm, even voice, perfectly casual. No one can ever truly get used to losing good friends, it will always hurt, it's always too soon to say goodbye... but it's happened countless times to him, because that's simply the way it is when one is being forgotten by both the living and the dead. He's one of them, los Olvidados. They all swallow their pain, they bury it deep and they carry on, remembering those they've lost as long as they can.

And he is very, very accustomed to living with the pain. What he enjoys and what he wants has nothing to do with it. He's not the only one dealing with it.]

Muffet's also gone. I know she did a lot of the baking, especially for the Denny. I'm not so bad at that myself and I like it, so it's no problem for me to carry on with it. It's just, ah...

[Here comes the shameful part.] I literally have no muscles, I'm not so good at carrying things you probably wouldn't think are heavy. If anyone doesn't mind helping out part of the time, I'd appreciate it.

And there's something of hers I'd like to put up in the Storyteller's temple too, I think they'd like to have it.

[Seems that's all. He doesn't say any more...]

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[missfunction]

[Loss is just one of those things that even Rabbit can't help but take seriously. She can't possibly understand the depth of it when it isn't her own, but she can tell in the man's voice that something is definitely wrong.

Too many good friends are gone. Too many missed chances to say goodbye.]

If you need a hand l-l-liftin' stuff, I'm yer gal. These s-s-skinny arms pack a r-real punch.

[vagabone]

[Muffet, at least, has gone back to her own gigantic colorful spider family... that's some comfort. Ren, on the other hand. He wishes so, so much that he could know for sure she's in a nice place...]

Hah, I bet they do! Shame mine don't. Did I tell you that I knew someone who replaced his femur with a metal pipe? I don't know what the trick is, when I tried I couldn't get it to stick. Too heavy.

[Funny. That old grump is gone too. (Not funny in the slightest.)]

[missfunction]

[Ren was Rabbit's first friend in this place, so it's difficult for the automaton to really grasp just how gone the girl is. She can't be gone for good, right? It just doesn't seem fair.]

What if we wrap ya up in tape an' make it stick? Or maybe I just need t' kick yer butt int' shape. Or make ya drink a bunch'a milk!

[vagabone]

[Life is not fair, and neither is death.]

No, can't do that, then I won't be able to bend at the knees. I do have duct tape to spare though! Maybe we can tape you up.

Bah, milk. I'd rather have ice cream. I miss it.