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The next scenario is a ... strange one, in a sense that much like the other two, it starts peacefully enough. Besides the fact with the cliffs and all, which are a little alarming, and the general sense of the unknown that is festering in the air, but there is nothing that immediately threatens their well-being in this simulated universe like a couple other times that he found himself in this place. But ... herbs and spices begin to float his mind, alongside the familiar chitter-chatter of his family, yelling and talking in an otherworldly volume across the kitchen, over the sizzling of oil and grease, across the corridors and across the entire house. But as much as the vision begins to flicker, there is also awareness that it shouldn't be - because Andrea doesn't quite so fit into this scenario, and just as he looks and watches for her, his own past fades into the very real existence.[break]
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And of the near-fall happening.[break]
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Xuying is by no means a hero and he doesn't look very good when sprinting over, still feeling his legs ache a little from all the running away and panic that he is going through in all those simulations (they should really not do that to him, this isn't supposed to be reality, anyway, right?), grabbing her arm - firmly, yet loosely enough that she could technically break free if she really wants to. Which, he also really hopes she does not. "Y-yo ... don't think that's a good idea, okay? Listen, I don't know what you're seeing and all that jizz, but ... uhh ... your buddy here is really concerned, ok? There is a cliff, by the way," he rambles forth, really quite unsure what has Andrea so shaken up, and just hoping this will not become brutal. The disfigured man is still haunting his mind, and will, for a while.

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