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Lain: Claustrophobic. And dull. And absolutely terrible, to be frank.
Tiadrin: Honestly, I'll have to second that. All three of us have seen a lot of terrible things given our line of work, but (and I'm only speaking for myself here) being stuck in this coin is one of the worst things Ive ever had to endure.
Runaan: My thoughts exactly. When you're encased in a few millimetres of metal, it takes away a lot, if not all, of the freedom you had. On top of that, you are subjeced to reliving every moment you have that you've tried to forget. All the anger, sadness, shame. It all comes back, and the magic in the coin forces you to relive it over and over.
Tiadrin: It's foul. It's cruel. And it's not something I would wish upon anybody. Not even the dark mage that put us here.
Lain: Time passes diffrently, as well. So it may seem like you've been in there for hours but, for all you know, it could be ten years, or even a few minutes!
Runaan: Honestly. And there really is no way of telling the time. You just slowly waste away as you are continually sumerged in the anguish of your past.