So through that...void and the hall. [He has to stop too, head hanging for a moment as he catches his breath. The chains feel tight and the chair is so heavy.
It has to be made of metal.
Diluc lifts his head and breathes in slowly as he resumes using all of his strength to move his chair. They have a few feet left between them. They should get close enough to tip him over soon. Whether it's in time or not, they'll know.
But that's when he realizes Childe's wording.] Just how long have you been in this town?
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It has to be made of metal.
Diluc lifts his head and breathes in slowly as he resumes using all of his strength to move his chair. They have a few feet left between them. They should get close enough to tip him over soon. Whether it's in time or not, they'll know.
But that's when he realizes Childe's wording.] Just how long have you been in this town?