[It slips out of his mouth before he can consciously think of an answer, completely automatic. At the same time, something in him knows that's true. The demon chick with the orange horns and love for cat puns is dead.]
[Olivebloods don't live as long as seadwellers something in his head murmurs, bitter and tired.]
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[It slips out of his mouth before he can consciously think of an answer, completely automatic. At the same time, something in him knows that's true. The demon chick with the orange horns and love for cat puns is dead.]
[Olivebloods don't live as long as seadwellers something in his head murmurs, bitter and tired.]