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Emerwyn looked out in the direction of the village. She might be able to make the walk, with time.
Then, her eyes were led by Miller's hand as he spelled his name for her. He wasn't highly articulate; it was difficult for her to make out much of what he said. So that was a clever and helpful tactic indeed. "Miller."

"Alright, Miller. You have my thanks. And here, I think I shall rest a while. You needn't linger. I'll be fine..." she stopped again, looking away. "Here I thought it was over for me." And then she smiled again; it was melancholy, gentle.

She turned back to Miller. "You are right. And I suppose I should be grateful that it is almost over for me.
I began to think, maybe they had forgotten about me. I spent half a year in my last limbo, uncertain of what was to become of me. Was I a defect? Had something gone wrong with me? I began to wonder whether I was going to live or die.
There is no certainty anymore, and you cannot even be certain of that."

Kikue. That was someone she did not know. That happened a lot. "Three weeks... Well, that number used to be two. I remember, more than a year ago, when I first met with the results of Moreau's game. Greer helped me a great deal in coming to terms with my - our fate." Emerwyn rubbed her snout. It was getting tiring to speak with it. And while she was nowhere near as awkward as Miller, her words had a slightly different shape to them.
"It seems that nothing is completely steady or certain. I was watching everyone change aroud me. Watching more and more souls arive here. Watching them go through the same excruciating pain, over and over again. It never ends."

Emerwyn nodded. Nita she knew. She wondered how far along the girl was now. She remembered when she was in the cafeteria with her, and some staff members came and issued her a shot - right there, in front of them!
And Julian was the last person she'd seen change... She shuddered.
"I don't know what to believe anymore. And the fear never fades..."
She began to stand up.

"For once... I'd like to conquer the pain. Allow me one victory, just this once," Emerwyn responded. However, it seemed like she was only half-speaking to Miller.
She nodded thanks at his offer to help, but did not accept it. She staggered to her newly shapen feet, which screamed with her attempt to stand on them.
But she did. And she began to step gingerly on them. It felt, though, much more natural than her old feet had felt. Walking, and running, would be far easier now, and she didn't doubt that she would also be able to run faster.
Setting her jaw against the pain, she continued to walk forward, looking to Miller to follow.

She nodded, trying to limit her speech to focus on her current physical endeavor. "Each time we change is like being born again. New skin, same soul."

Emerwyn hardly even realized that they had just about broken jungle into their little 'civilization.' She turned to him as well.
"I am certain.
But, I am not certain how I would have made it out there on my own. I thank my little blue angel." She smiled warmly. "And I live in number eighteen, though one will rarely find me there. Farewell, Miller."