[ Whatever calmness the park had brought him is gone now. He's not easily rattled, but there's a sense of unease in the statue garden. Crumbling stone, creeping vines, more plant than civilization, it seemed abandoned and uncared for.
He stares at one of the statues. Its face is partially covered by moss and leaves, yet, it itches something in the back of his mind, like he ought to recognize the statue. And it seems too, like the statue is staring back, cold and unfeeling. ]
What a quaint, lovely garden. Couldn't even bother to have it cared for, hm?
[ Of course, his tone is dripping with sarcasm and mockery. ]
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He stares at one of the statues. Its face is partially covered by moss and leaves, yet, it itches something in the back of his mind, like he ought to recognize the statue. And it seems too, like the statue is staring back, cold and unfeeling. ]
What a quaint, lovely garden. Couldn't even bother to have it cared for, hm?
[ Of course, his tone is dripping with sarcasm and mockery. ]