Before they could answer, a spray of cold metal struck their faces.
The stranger’s harsh laughter filled the dense air.
“Nightmares, you two gatekeepers have haunted my dreams and journey for so long. Two, always, silent and distant, but now, at the end of my quest, I fear I would repent if I met death having never addressed you. You never looked so human before, but I do not know if I care whether your ears can hear me or not. At my every struggle, you’ve watched silently, and shown me neither sympathy nor hatred, just this haunting, cold apathy.”
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