[His ears, both pairs of them, twitches. He slowly looks over with one of his heads and catch a glimpse of the black shawl. He's still anxious and scared.]
... I can see it. [He's quiet for a moment, before he speaks again, his heads lowering to look at the ground.]
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... I can see it. [He's quiet for a moment, before he speaks again, his heads lowering to look at the ground.]
Sorry.