Griffith: (thinking) Darkness...a pure darkness, without even a single strand of light. How much time has passed, while I soaked in this pure darkness. An eternity? It feels like it's been an instant. I feel nothing. My body feels like its floating on air. Am I...still sane? Or...did I lose it long ago?
Guts: (thinking) Griffith, you were always looking up. Climbing and flying; that's all you ever did. Always trying to reach the top, just like a lone hawk. Yes, you'd never come down to the ground, where the rest of us crawled around. Calm, cold-hearted, and supreme.
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