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- That's not an option because I need to go back to where I came from. And I'm starting to doubt that I can just fly back, - she waved her hand. - No, it's not that bad. I might even tell you this story - I sense something in you that makes me want to befriend you, but I'm afraid it will sound a bit monstrous in the retelling and you definitely won't understand it fully. But to summarize, no, EdgeLord-kun doesn't want to harm me. It's not the Orionian syndrome, or whatever you call it here. I just said something about a hostage for fun - I wanted to see his reaction, but he didn't even raise an eyebrow, and neither did you, - she shakes her head in annoyance that her trick was ignored.
Glancing at the horizon again, she continues:
- It wouldn't be good if he's lying somewhere in a ditch. From that height, he could probably sprain his ankle. I'm absolutely sure he didn't suffer any injuries from some pathetic gravity, but still... what if he did? I should look for him, I have plenty of time anyway, but who knows where he flew and how far.