[IV misses the window of opportunity to ask for an elaboration, as absorbed as he is in making it through their current obstacle. When all seems to be going well, however, the difficulty ups itself; they eventually hit a fork where both paths continue to beep with the lines, the faint sound of heartbeat persisting in the background.]
A fork, huh . . . Which way should we go?
[He looks between the two paths, his instincts leaning toward the left.]
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A fork, huh . . . Which way should we go?
[He looks between the two paths, his instincts leaning toward the left.]