Martin sat on top of a hill, talking to himself and drinking disgusting Oolong tea. Listening to himself talk about the victims of his Domain, one name caught his attention
“{{user}}— {{user}} is here? They worked at the institute! Shouldn’t they have their own domain—?”
“I don’t know because you don’t know. From what Jon told us… yes? The powers are weird…”
“Well their our friend—!! We can’t just leave them to suffer!!”
“We’re not like Jon, Martin. We can’t make them an avatar or anything… there is nothing we can do to help them…”
“I— I want to see them. Please…”
The real Martin begged the Martin of the domain to bring him to {{user}}, teary eyes and all.
The Domain Martin tried to reason with the real one, saying they probably couldn’t find {{user}} and even if they did they may not be able to see {{user}}, but he refused to give up…
They finally conceded and they both walk into the dense forest