[What a question. Sieglinde takes a moment to consider it, brow furrowing slightly as she stares up at the moon.
She'd liked it... in a way. It was home, she'd been provided for... but there was the little matter of the deception. The fact that her entire world had been made of lies.]
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She'd liked it... in a way. It was home, she'd been provided for... but there was the little matter of the deception. The fact that her entire world had been made of lies.]
... I prefer the outside world.