Ah yes. Old habits. [He almost giggles, just like she did. The dance starts to turn as she starts to lead.]
The shadow, the warrior, drawn to the sun, the light, the hero. Craving the attention you once had. Wishing to be the Bud once more? Yet you move closer to the one who replaced you. Perhaps you've come to realize you'll never regain what you've lost. What was taken from you. Never regain your place after you were cast aside.
So now you seek the next best thing. To be close to the successor~ Do you wish to be close to him as you were once to the Monkey King~? Would it heal the wounds for him to look at you with that smile. For him to shine his light upon you? To give you peaches and call you Bud? Old habits die hard, right?
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The shadow, the warrior, drawn to the sun, the light, the hero. Craving the attention you once had. Wishing to be the Bud once more? Yet you move closer to the one who replaced you. Perhaps you've come to realize you'll never regain what you've lost. What was taken from you. Never regain your place after you were cast aside.
So now you seek the next best thing. To be close to the successor~ Do you wish to be close to him as you were once to the Monkey King~? Would it heal the wounds for him to look at you with that smile. For him to shine his light upon you? To give you peaches and call you Bud? Old habits die hard, right?