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“And worst of all, Daragon knew him very well. Years ago in the monastery, Eduard had shared his dreams of becoming a Phantom, of disappearing into the cracks of the city to live as an invisible immortal. He had shown young Daragon how to slip out of the Falling Leaves, to elude pursuit, to dart in and out of crowds. . . .
Now all that would come back to haunt him. Daragon knew Eduard's tricks—so, he'd have to come up with new ones.
On foot, he drifted along the streets. All routes out of the city would be blocked by now, or at least closely watched—and Eduard didn't want to do anything stupid.
Once Daragon found Teresa, he would need only a glance with his eerie talent to see that a switch had been made, and he would begin pursuing a different body. Her large-eyed, narrow-featured face would be transferred throughout COM. Everyone would be looking for him in this form.
So Eduard had to become someone else, and fast, much as it saddened him to leave Teresa's waifish body behind. He had... defended and tenderly nursed this battered physique back to health.MoreLess
Now all that would come back to haunt him. Daragon knew Eduard's tricks—so, he'd have to come up with new ones.
On foot, he drifted along the streets. All routes out of the city would be blocked by now, or at least closely watched—and Eduard didn't want to do anything stupid.
Once Daragon found Teresa, he would need only a glance with his eerie talent to see that a switch had been made, and he would begin pursuing a different body. Her large-eyed, narrow-featured face would be transferred throughout COM. Everyone would be looking for him in this form.
So Eduard had to become someone else, and fast, much as it saddened him to leave Teresa's waifish body behind. He had... defended and tenderly nursed this battered physique back to health.MoreLess
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