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It had been a few weeks since Xelqua had gotten here and he still wasn't used to any of it.
Sure, it didn't help that he spent most of his time here sleeping, but still.
He missed his old body, his old home, all the things he used to do. But more than that, he missed his friends.
He cherished the few memories he had of them, he tried his best to remember everyone as best as he could, even knowing that he wouldn't see them again.
Even knowing that technically they didn't actually exist, not in this world.
He had a few friends here, but only one of them could relate in some way, and even then, she didn't really miss those she knew, but rather the ability to teleport. Although some of the others had done some research into ways to help him, and while he appreciated the sentiment, he knew it would never be the same as it was in his memories.
And to make things worse, the people outside the group he was eternally stuck with understood even less.
In fact, one of them insisted that he should acknowledge them as just fictional, as if he didn't know that already, in all honesty all it did was make him miss them even more than he already did.
But regardless, there was nothing he could do now.
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