"...𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕, 𝕤𝕠 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕, 𝕒𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕𝕪."
He spoke fondly, reminiscing on times past many Resets ago in Frisk's journey that was also his.
"..it iŞ Ştrคຖງē t໐ i๓คງiຖē Şน¢h ¢l໐ŞēຖēŞŞ คຖ໓ ຖēē໓ f໐r ¢໐ຖŞtคຖt Şhคriຖງ ໐f th໐นງhtŞ. h໐ຟēงēr ໓i໓ ฯ໐น ๓คຖคງē Şน¢h ค ¢hคຖງē?" Damballah questioned, fascinated.
The dragon chuckled. "𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞. 𝕋𝕨𝕠, 𝕚𝕟 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕥. 𝕀𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕤, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕥𝕪."
"໓i໓ ฯ໐น ຖ໐t Ştrนງງlē t໐ ¢໐๓prēhēຖ໓ thēir ๖ēhคงi໐rŞ?" Damballah questioned, baffled.
"𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟." Flapping again, he added:
"𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕥𝕚𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕟𝕠 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖. 𝕃𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕓𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤. 𝕀𝕟 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕪, 𝕀 𝕒𝕞.. 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝. 𝕀𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕡𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕠𝕟𝕖. 𝕀 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀.. 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕊𝕒𝕟𝕤, 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕜, 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 ℕ𝕒𝕡𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕀 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞. 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕥 𝕀 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖, 𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖.."
Damballah regarded him curiously.
"i ค๓ คl๓໐Şt tē๓ptē໓ t໐ hคงē thiŞ ēxpēriēຖ¢ē ๓ฯŞēlf f໐r คll thē Ş໐ຖງŞ ฯ໐น Şiຖງ ໐f it. rēງrēttค๖lฯ, i ¢คຖຖ໐t ค๖คຖ໓໐ຖ ๓ฯ ໓นtฯ Ş໐ ēคŞilฯ."
Sighing, Saecshiun agreed. "𝕀𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕕𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤. 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣."
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