You figure holding a grudge against a child who ... is probably younger than you... won't do you any favors. After all, she knows this place better than anyone else.
"But... It's okay." You look away, rubbing your shoulder. "You were scared, maybe, I don't know."

She tilts her head.

"I need your help."
She walks up to you, and to your surprise, gives you a hug. She rests her head on your chest and looks up at you. Suddenly, your vision goes black, your stomach drops - moments later, you're in the field once again.

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