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Aquarina shared with the young, feathered man a lot of things about her culture, and how they seemed so similar. In that moment, the young man felt rather touched. It made him remember and miss home like nothing ever, despite how many years it has been since then.
"I see… I suppose our cultures were a bit similar. We did the same here as well…"
"Yeah! P-Perhaps we've been influenced by your people one way or the other…"
Agua tried to be cheerful, something she usually wasn't, just to make the man smile even if lightly.
However, such a task was very hard!
As he heard her, he only got more depressed, sighing and looking at the paintings.
"Just how long has it been? For how long was I a monster? Was it really… thousands of years? I can't… believe this…"
"I-I…"
Agua began to panic; she didn't know what to say anymore…
"I don't even remember people like you living around here either and… Ah, no… no offense. I'm sorry if it sounded rude."
