[She'd heard her father. Her dead father, who had been here twice and left both times.]
[She'd known even as he heard his voice that it probably wasn't actually him. Still it had left an acidic taste in her mouth anyway. That was a dirty trick, Johto.]
Yeah.
It probably wasn't him.
Just whatever's behind this whole thing, peeking in your head and seeing what'd make you come.
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[Yeah, just as she thought.]
[She'd heard her father. Her dead father, who had been here twice and left both times.]
[She'd known even as he heard his voice that it probably wasn't actually him. Still it had left an acidic taste in her mouth anyway. That was a dirty trick, Johto.]
Yeah.
It probably wasn't him.
Just whatever's behind this whole thing, peeking in your head and seeing what'd make you come.
This place does stuff like that sometimes.