[Ahah...so the story did indeed have a very bittersweet ending. Guzma listens on, actually letting himself sit instead of simply squatting next to the youngster. He straighten one leg, letting his heel swivel a bit as he exhales, taking it all in. Monsters, huh? This doesn't seem like just a story, if he had to chance a guess...and that worries him. It worries him a lot.
Guzma glances at the flowers the child is planting, and then looks up at the sky, the sun. He doesn't know what to say, or to ask. Everyone was happy for a while - that's good, isn't it? That's good...at least they were happy.]
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Guzma glances at the flowers the child is planting, and then looks up at the sky, the sun. He doesn't know what to say, or to ask. Everyone was happy for a while - that's good, isn't it? That's good...at least they were happy.]
Did they get to see 'em again?