Hiraeth(n.):
1. Homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, or for a home which may have never been.
2. An intense form of longing or nostalgia, wistfulness.
3. The grief for the lost places of your past.
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We all sit in the living room. I am the Author, now narrating the scene, "Hello everyone! Thank you for coming so far with me if you have—give yourselves a round of applause! I have all your tears by the way, haha."
Error facepalms, "God, why the hell are you so weird?"
"It's a gift! Heheheh."
"Anyways, I have here with me Ink and Error for a Q&A! Questions from you, readers, and answers by them." Author-Chan gives thumbs up to the audience.
Ink squeals. Outstretching his arms to all of you, "I'm so excited! I love all of you creators! Keep being awesome!"
Error sighs he pushed Ink back to the sofa with a hand on his shoulder. "Ink! Calm down! Besides, not all of them are good..."
"I-I can assure you that I didn't write the story to not just kill Ink and hurt you! A-Anyways! Here I have the Qs! Q one:"
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Error shrugs, "Ugh, I wish I could tell you an exciting story about how I was in an epic fight or something—but yeah, it was bad before and then it got worse when I became a glitch. I think it's when I keep pulling strings outta my eyes." He pulled a string out of his left eye socket and tied it around his finger.
Ink laughed, and booped Error's nose, "And now you are a nerd. I love my nerd."
Error blushed, but still smiled, "Shut up Squid, question for you."
Ink squints at the question, "...Can I gain a soul...? Nope! If I could I would have one by now! I can't absorb human souls either, since I don't have one myself. So, yep, no soul for Inky. Plus, I got my vials!" He pats the sash on his chest.
"Alright, next Q...!"
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Error rolled his eyes at the memory, "Ha! This is an easy one!"
"Monsters don't age the same way as you humans do. We age quicker, but we live longer too. But to maybe try to translate the age into human years...Paperjam is maybe 14? And Gradient? Like....around 16 or 17?" Ink said.
