[Just staring at the heart makes Chuuya feel a sense of paranoia, but he pushes it to the back of his mind for now. He really doesn’t want to believe that he’s already under the influence of whatever ancient, powerful magic surrounds this thing, because surely his will is stronger than that.
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[Just staring at the heart makes Chuuya feel a sense of paranoia, but he pushes it to the back of his mind for now. He really doesn’t want to believe that he’s already under the influence of whatever ancient, powerful magic surrounds this thing, because surely his will is stronger than that.
He glances over at the stranger curiously.]
Don’t think we’ve met. Name’s Chuuya. What’s yours?