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“Regarding death I have seen most feel very down and low, not a matter of however long ago.” In many ways death was so cruel to the wrong people, and was too kind for others. Mollusc it seemed, was one done unjustly by his demise. Dolin nodded, it made sense to strive for something in life, and perhaps even more in un-death so as to keep one’s form together. “The idea of death is one most dark, I would not think it to be a walk in the park.”

That said, perhaps a walk would do nicely to ease Mollusc’s nerves eventually. Dolin nodded in further agreement to Mollusc’s stance on his little farm and looked onward further on the path he was walking before bumping into the Namekian spirit. “Then I believe with the task at hand, I shall return to traversing the land. Should you ever seek me though— ther is but one thing for you to know. Though I walk, and though I wander, you will always find me o’er yonder. It is but one way I have my fun, a wanderer’s wandering is never quite done~” Dolin rhymed in a sing-songy voice, a chipper pep in his step and some flourish in a little bit of mid-air dancing to boot. “So fare thee well my good ectoplasmic man, I shall see you one day again, when I can~” With a flamboyant bow, Dolin waved and was on his way once more.