[Frieren's magic burns away the pale skin from half of Sakuya's face, revealing the wood beneath... she's literally a doll, a puppet of the dying cherry tree. She strains against Hanako's binding spell and the hands around her throat in an effort to whisper into Frieren's ear. Her voice is a little more than a whisper, but the low, breathy tone is almost seductive.]
...You wouldn't go back to the waking world either, if you had the choice. But you already knew that, didn't you?
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...You wouldn't go back to the waking world either, if you had the choice. But you already knew that, didn't you?