I felt like I was falling.
I didn't know what was happening, but the fact that I was still alive was already a miracle in and of itself. I didn't feel like I was in pain though, but that shouldn't be possible... Or maybe I was already dead and this was just my brain firing off the last few thoughts I could ever have.
Actually, I should be burning to a crisp right now. In fact, why was I even capable of thought?
"...e's not...."
"....move...."
Voices echoed from all around me. I barely recognized Mathilde's voice, but there were others... Others that I was pretty sure weren't supposed to be here before... Were these memories?
"...the fire..."
"....retreating..."
"....reinforcements?..."
"....primzahl...."
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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