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[helmetdoesnothing]

[When the video flickers on, it's set next to one bare grey foot. There's a voice quietly humming, and a shift knocks the SFC to give a better view.

Mituna's sitting on one of the steeper parts of the island's coast, holding a large conch shell to his ear as he hums along to the tune he can hear inside it. He's looking out over the sea, eyes fixed on the horizon, the blustery wind whipping his hair up.

The tide is coming in, just visible in the corner of the video, but if he thinks that's a problem, he's not moving. It's just as likely that he hasn't actually noticed.]

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[helmetdoesnothing]

Me too.

[Granted, his death hadn't been the same as Sola's. It had been long, occasionally tedious, but at least he'd been aware, and he'd had his friends around him.

For what that was worth. Have you met his friends?

He likes it better here.]

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[replicatedcourage]

Well then we won't! We'll stay here forever and have fun, okay?

[Sola smiles broadly. He knows that the bubble could send them back whenever it feels like, he's not oblivious, but when you have no control over the situation like that sometimes you have to lie to yourself.]

Let's be best friends, okay?

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[helmetdoesnothing]

[Maybe the entire scope of the situation isn't clear to Mituna. Maybe it is, and maybe there's no real way to be sure, but he can understand something like that. He grins widely, showing all his pointy teeth.]

Ok, thure!

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[replicatedcourage]

Great! So if you ever need help, I'll definitely come help! Okay?

[And he assumes Mituna will do that same. That's what friends do, right?]