[He pauses at that, lips pursing. He must look pretty silly, with a little glowing ball on the top of his head. He can't imagine not being mocked by anyone who happens to pass by.
Then again, when does he ever care about what people think of him?]
...I don't know where I'm going, or when I'll stop. Are you really alright with that?
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Then again, when does he ever care about what people think of him?]
...I don't know where I'm going, or when I'll stop. Are you really alright with that?