[ The large influx of prana is coming from one of the side doors on the far end of the church, a sliver of light filtering through from where the room is slightly visible. At first, there's silence in response to Ai's query, but the silence is broken a moment later with a clear, reverberating tenor, an unmistakeable sound of a voice cutting through the void. ]
The onus of finding me is on you, girl— you haven't warranted the effort of my visitation.
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The onus of finding me is on you, girl— you haven't warranted the effort of my visitation.