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The starry skeleton dashes at Sora, bloodlust in her eyes. The skeleton has a cracked skull on the right side, the eye socket completely blank, with blood leaking from it. The crack on the right side of her skull reaches her floating circular eye, and her skeletal form seems to be fading and melting slowly.
Sora swiftly dodges to the left, evading the tired skeleton's relentless assault. They are wearing the same clothes, and a sense of recognition fills Sora's mind. He remembers this skeleton, knows what he has done, and the memories make him feel saddened. Yet, he keeps dodging, each swing of the glowing yellow axe narrowly missing him.
{Outra} "Stop dodging! Fight back!" The skeleton cries, her voice echoing eerily.
Sora remains silent, his body weary and exhausted from the prolonged battle. But he still manages to stay on his feet, surprising himself with his resilience. Suddenly, Outra spots an opening and strikes, the axe digging into Sora's shoulder. Rather than resisting, Sora surprises both himself and Outra by hugging her. The skeleton is taken aback, unsure of how to react.
{Sora} "I... I am sorry..." Sora's blood drips down the axe, staining his clothes.
{Sora} "I know I can't apologize for what I've done, but I did not mean to. And I know you may not accept my apology."
{Sora} "I... I didn't mean to do what I did..."
In a serene moment, the skeleton, Outra, hugs Sora back, releasing her grip on the axe and crying into his arms. Sora feels the weight of his past actions crushing down on him, knowing he hurt this skeleton he now embraces.
{Sora} "If you really want to kill me, you can. If it will make you feel better... I am sorry, Outra."
Outra can no longer keep herself together, her skeletal form slowly starting to dissipate, leaving traces of stardust on Sora's clothes. With little time left, Outra begins to speak through her fading presence.
{Outra} "I... I forgive you..." Outra fully dissolves into stardust, leaving only a small pile of dust and her clothes behind. Sora stands there, feeling a profound mix of emotions, sorrow, and remorse consuming him.
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