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Okay, "kris". If that name even fits what you've grown outside of. I know what you are. You stopped being you, you stopped following the path you always take! I don't know how, and it doesn't matter, because NOTHING matters, "Kris". Nothing in this stupid little town matters. I've lived in this cycle ever since Dess fucking died, and you're the only thing that can break me out of it. YOU, whatever you are now, are the only being in this entire existence that can help me fly, that can tell me to fly. Because you.. you have control over reality. If you say it, anything can happen, so say that I can grow wings, "Kris". Say that if I cross the lake, that we'll make it to the other side. If I break out of my shell, will I shatter myself in the process? If I fall off the path, with the thorns prick me the same as your ring did?
TELL ME, so that I can DROWN and DIE and PERISH in the WATER! If you tell me that I can, then I can escape death's grasp! I trust you, "Kris", because your words hold so much more power than my own mind! If you tell me to.. I can drink all the water out of the lake! I'm fucking serious! If you don't say we can kill ourselves in the lake right now, I'm going to just do it myself! Come on Kris, say Proceed so I can drink ALL of the water in the lake!