Klonoa stares, his arms loose at his side as he tries to conjure up memories--so long ago now, that he can't even quite remember them... or maybe that's not why. Maybe it's because of a completely different reason.
Klonoa swallows, uncertainty, relief, confusion, fear, and... above all, the slow pressure of sadness welling up within him as his emotions mix together nonharmoniously. When he finally speaks, it's more like a croak than anything else.
"..Chi-chi, I.. I..."
He can't keep holding in something he's kept inside for so long.
"...Huepow told me. He.. he told me about... how nothing was real." He says, lamely, looking down in what... almost seems like shame and embarrassment.
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Klonoa swallows, uncertainty, relief, confusion, fear, and... above all, the slow pressure of sadness welling up within him as his emotions mix together nonharmoniously. When he finally speaks, it's more like a croak than anything else.
"..Chi-chi, I.. I..."
He can't keep holding in something he's kept inside for so long.
"...Huepow told me. He.. he told me about... how nothing was real." He says, lamely, looking down in what... almost seems like shame and embarrassment.