"How long do you think we have?"
Time was relative inside a mindscape. Or, at least that was what I hoped was the case. It could've been minutes. Hours. Hell, maybe even days since I've found myself sitting in front of Flare bathing in her warmth and presence. A part of me relished the feeling; that I was free to do absolutely nothing in the presence of someone that knew me in an absolute sense. No pretentious bullshvt of trying to be someone that I wasn't in front of people that really thought I was someone greater.
"Who knows?" Flare off-handedly responded, her eyes not straying from the book that seemed to have just magically materialized in her hands not a few minutes ago. "It will all depend on how your body responds. I'm sure you're sturdy enough to survive, however."
Sturdy, huh... "How so?"
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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