A little like that. But we would do a lot of walking through some dark place with a lot of pathways and doors, and then we would suddenly be in a room... it was strange.
We were medics in the middle of a war. We did our duties for several months, and then... we were separated. Held hostage by the enemy for a century. After that point, my memories became so muddled that I couldn't remember if certain people were dead or alive, or even their names at times.
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tries to get their attention, checking if they remember their name right now or nah--]
Saber.
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Yes...?
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Your mind. It feels muddled?
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[mizu does not know what a dungeon crawl rpg is]
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But it was nothing like what you described.
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[ they close their eyes, trying to imagine that. ]
Interesting. Heaven seems less and less as they described every day.
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