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"You're not fast enough to catch me, maybe," comes the response.
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"S-so you're moving super fast? Won't you get tired?"
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"No," he responds simply.
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"Oh. You must, uh, have really good stamina, then," Echo said, picking up a rock from the ground.
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"Or you aren't trying all that hard in the first place, so I don't have to move often," he counters, ever-eager to disagree.
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"Oh, uhm, sorry, I guess I will try, uh, will try harder?" Echo said. "Oh! Have you seen whatever fell from the sky? I think it was 'prolly a rock or something and I wanna collect it if it is a rock!"
She's now looking around and squinting her eyes, "trying harder" to see whoever is talking to her.
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"Don't squint. It is bad for your eyes," orders the not-ghost. "Also: No, but perhaps you can find it if you look more for that."
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"S-sorry, uhm..."
Echo looked at the ground, searching for more rocks.
"I wonder if it was actually a rock though. I can't imagine it being anything else."
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Because it's her wondering, he doesn't respond. Or maybe he's also looking for the rock now.
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After a bit of probably quiet, Echo asked, "Do, uh, do you like rocks?"
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"Yes."
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"How about twigs? Do you like twigs?"
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"Yes, but more so when they are still alive and attached to the tree," he specifies.
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"Oh, uhm..." Echo remembered why she was even outside in the first place. She looked up at the sky, or, well, tried to anyway. The Narrator is not sure how deep in a forest she is and is not sure if the trees would block her view.
"Do you like stars?"
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"Yes," is the response, interesting as per usual.
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"The sky was really weird tonight," Echo said. She thought for a second before asking, "Are constellations and stars and stuff suppose to move super quickly? Like, uhm..." She made a motion with her hands as if she was stirring a pot.
"Kinda like that but not?"
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"Not usually."
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"Huh. Maybe it's a rare phenomenon, then."
Echo picked up some broken glass, holding it up to inspect it. It was hard to see due to the lack of light, but it somewhat caught light when she held it in a certain direction. She put it in her bag and reached down to pick up more glass. It seems like she found a shattered bottle.
"Hm, collecting stuff is fun. Did I already say that before? Sorry..."
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"Your actions have strong implications of that like, yes," he states. "However, I advise against picking up broken bottles without donning protective equipment."
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"Oh... Sorry..." She slowly set a piece she was picking up back on the ground and stood up. She nearly tripped over her wings and made a funny noise while catching herself on a tree.
"S-sorry, sorry," Echo apologized. It's hard to tell who exactly she's apologizing to now.
Once regaining her balance, she sighed, "Wings are so hard to have. They get in the way."
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"At least they're not that long or large," he goes.
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"Yeah, I guess it would suck it they completely reached the ground. Say, do you have wings?"
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"Possibly."
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"Possibly? Are you not sure if you do?" Echo tilted her head. She started squinting again out of habit, trying to find whoever was talking to her.
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"Please don't squint. It's bad for your eyes. As for earlier," he says like more than half an hour has passed, "you are not sure whether or not I have them."