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What of it?

'What of it'?

A gravely-wounded Feranmut, forced to sleep and recuperate, having to play a game with humanity while Its thoughts are trapped in unending nightmare...

Such depletion will cut away at the root of your life.

All your bluff and bluster cannot hide it from me. You are growing weak.

And what of it?!

All you have done is walk the same road the first to leave me walked, doing all you can to delay my awakening.

But do you truly believe you <i>are</i> awake?

By killing me in every memory, every fantasy, will you be able to throw off the shackles of dream?

How could the clash between he and It be limited to these confrontations?

Countless possibilities, countless imaginings, countless conclusions.

Even more things that have transcended cause and effect gently fall through the Tomb of Sui like snow. The proxy looks through each and every snowflake, seeing a game that leads to his death in all of them.

Enough.

Finally...

You finally wish to put down that ridiculous game and bare steel against me?

Haha, hahahaha.... Yes, good!

...This shall be my last bit of sport before I awake.

...Finally.

The one who chose White. My reflection in the mirror. Its nightmare.

How difficult it is to meet with you.