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"I'm not that anymore," Cell lies. Cell lies. Why is Pac believing him?
He feels like a baby deer. Pac stumbles forwards, to the other edge of the hidden fall-trap, stands there shaking with all of his courage dedicated to not bolting. "W-why," asks Pac. "Why are you back?"
Cell is clean of blood on his hands but Pac can tell stains on clothing from kilometers away. It's Cell.
"I have to take down the Federation."
"Oh. C-can I help?"
"No." Cell takes a few steps back(?). "Just stay afloat, darling."
Darling. Pac feels like he survived a tiger encounter.