>>19931437Such bold truths bring Alice to her knees, it seems like her lesson of the day is to come to terms with the fact that she's going to die someday like everybody else, just a more depressing death than others.
"I-I 'jus w-wanna...I wanna be happy, w-wit poppy 'an mum-mum too...Why's that so much 't ask 'f?!?!?!?"
Another outburst, "Not my problem," Clemont says while adjusting his umbrella, "though if you're still unable to cope with inevitable despair and still have some sense of justice left in you, you could probably strike a chat up with the local alley cat, I'm sure he'll show you the way home."
Briefly closing the floodgates, Alice gives the Caterpie a look of hope, "R-Really?"
"Maybe. Maybe not. He's a rather indecisive fellow, in fact he just got back from getting his rump handed to him a few weeks ago, he's rather steamed about it. That's why nobody tries to give him the time of day, but I'm sure if you asked /real/ nicely, he'll give you a hand.."
A) If she's going to believe this guy it might as well be now. Leave afterward.
B) Don't listen to his advice. Head on out.
C) Leave but steal a red mushroom on the way out.
