Kore: Left after the esplanade...

Kore: Ugh, Grant...esplanade?

Narration(Kore): Grant even helpfully spent all afternoon numbering the rooms so I'd know where to go.

Narration(Kore): In pencil. At eye-level for a seven foot tall freak of nature.

Kore: Ain't that lost.

Narration(Kore): What am I doing?

Narration(Kore): Both of us. Bound together...

Narration(Kore): Two hundred meters to the southwest...a solitary burning star.

Narration(Kore): I know exactly where he is. Exactly what he's feeling. Why does he shake like this? What does he have to be afraid of?

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