[The woman - whose silhouette seems somewhat watery, as if the edges of her are blurred and unstable - seems to quietly consider the words spoken, and quietly consider what she wants to say in return.
Eventually, with no trace of malicious intent in the words:]
I wish to know what it feels like, to carry on when you have left everyone else behind you. Do you ever look back?
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Eventually, with no trace of malicious intent in the words:]
I wish to know what it feels like, to carry on when you have left everyone else behind you. Do you ever look back?