[How the tables turn: Paul snorts wetly, some trace of moisture left within him after all. He's not amused by Falco's concern for him directly, but by the absurdity of it all - the fact that the small, mundane needs of life persist even in these terrible moments.
He recalls following Confetti back to Falco's cave, the little creature's arms piled high with stolen food. Paul is even in a cave full of light too.]
I have food, but...
[I miss you. It's not the same. I get too sick to eat. I want you to have a reason to come back. I want you to have something to do, because I know how awful it is to be helpless in the face of things like this.]
It's not as nice as what you make.
[Falco is right. If they have each other, they'll be all right. Paul believes that.]
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He recalls following Confetti back to Falco's cave, the little creature's arms piled high with stolen food. Paul is even in a cave full of light too.]
I have food, but...
[I miss you. It's not the same. I get too sick to eat. I want you to have a reason to come back. I want you to have something to do, because I know how awful it is to be helpless in the face of things like this.]
It's not as nice as what you make.
[Falco is right. If they have each other, they'll be all right. Paul believes that.]