[It's starting to look like there's no such thing as coincidences. Between the connections they share and the seeming connections between this world and her own...the pieces are falling together a little too perfectly.
But it's something to set aside because now they have a different problem.]
It is.
[And it's a wreck. Even from this far the spread of the rot is evident in the fields with spreading patches of purplish-black, the trees once hearty now streaked with white. The farm hands are running around like headless chocobos, trying to save what they can, but the damage is plentiful and spreading fast. Lightning sucks in a breath through her teeth.]
I don't think there's anything we can do for them now.
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But it's something to set aside because now they have a different problem.]
It is.
[And it's a wreck. Even from this far the spread of the rot is evident in the fields with spreading patches of purplish-black, the trees once hearty now streaked with white. The farm hands are running around like headless chocobos, trying to save what they can, but the damage is plentiful and spreading fast. Lightning sucks in a breath through her teeth.]
I don't think there's anything we can do for them now.