"Quark..." Zelda looks at the boy with sympathy, even if it might be hard to tell through her wireframe form. It isn't right; he shouldn't be suffering like this. No child should. She kneels where she stands, not wanting to risk scaring or upsetting the boy further, and opens her arms. "I am real, and I am not going to leave without you, I promise. I have come to help you get back to everyone else."
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"Quark..." Zelda looks at the boy with sympathy, even if it might be hard to tell through her wireframe form. It isn't right; he shouldn't be suffering like this. No child should. She kneels where she stands, not wanting to risk scaring or upsetting the boy further, and opens her arms. "I am real, and I am not going to leave without you, I promise. I have come to help you get back to everyone else."
To get you away from here.