[She winces, and for a moment, a feeling of being crushed in darkness washes through their connection. Wandering aimless roads that are as much freedom as they are prison. A mountain collapsing around those roads, and a lost, little girl overwhelmed by the yawning abyss beneath her.]
Yes. [Her mental voice is soft, so soft.] Yes, it can. I will see what I can do about balancing freedom with protection.
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Yes. [Her mental voice is soft, so soft.] Yes, it can. I will see what I can do about balancing freedom with protection.