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A cold, delicate hand grabs yours and pulls. It pulls, and it pulls... there's a sense of urgency in this icy grasp, as well as a trace of reluctance. Abruptly the hand let's go, right as your vision fades to black, and for a brief moment, only a brief moment, your senses disappear. There's only the eerie sensation of weightlessness before your feet are settled back on solid ground again.

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It does seem broken beyond repair....

[ surveys the room ]

Is... is there anything else we can do here?

"That may have been it. I was worried about the memories, but that should really help. It was never easy living with a past like that. There's another place I think you could go though! One more. I know exactly what needs done, too."

[ nods ]

Even if I helped a little, I'll be happy.

[ drops the broken table leg and dusts off the memory book before taking it to the shelf next to her Aather memories ]

It deserves a more proper resting place now.

The memory book fits nicely in there.

"Thank you...! Just down the hall, to you're right. You might need a candle or a source of flame though..."

A light source...

[ taking a look around the room and by the door into the hallway to see if there's anything he can use ]

"No, something for me to light!"

There's a tall, red candle in the corner of the room.

Oh, I wasn't aware you could do that.

[ brings him on over to the candle ]

"I can't do it for every single person. Without my limbs I am powerless, but I can do it this one time."

Janta leans in and brushes its cheek against the candle. In the following instant it is lit with a strong, but small, flame.

"The warmth of our friendship has lit the candle...!"

[ o-oh that's... cute... ]

Thank you very much for your effort, Janta-kun.

[ time to brave the hallway now!]

The hallway is cold as you go down. Thankfully you have a candle, and you can see the finer details of this path. There's broken glass on the floor, and towards the very end of this frigid hall is a closed door.

[ he shivers a little as he carefully traverses down the hall, pulling his muffler closer. Janta is cradled in the nook of his arm as he balances the plush and the candle with one hand, the other reaching to open the door. ]

It might take some force to get this door open, but it opens...

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