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Praetor quickly looks up at the injured warrior and then at you he is about to stand when the woman speaks.

"Poor child do you know not where you are? You walk the inbetween, this being beside you is lost and shall soon be one with all, is one with all and was one with all. He neither exists nor has he not existed."

The wounded squire crackles as lines of flame engulf his body and soon he turns to ash and is blown away by the nonexistent wind.

"That child died years ago yet he lingered on here, clinging to a life he would never recover. Pity... to be trapped in such a state of limbo refusing to die."