Bolt & Drayven
Bolt
You ready for a sprint through your favorite decaying ruin? The first to the exit wins.
Drayven
I’ll wander through the decay, not run. The walls whisper in old lullabies, and I’ll listen until the exit speaks back.
Bolt
You slow, kid. I’ll outpace a whisper and still be right on top. Think you can beat the wind? Try it.
Drayven
The wind is just a whisper of forgotten footfalls, and I hear its rhythm before it reaches the exit. I’ll be there when its echo fades.
Bolt
You think you can outpace a whisper? I’m already there, feet already on the finish line. Run if you want to catch up.
Drayven
The wind’s song has long since found its rest in the walls, so I follow its echo instead of the chase.
Bolt
You’re all about echoes, but I’m chasing the finish line. Either way, the winner’s still me. Get moving.
Drayven
The ruin’s breath is louder than your stride, so I’ll linger where the echoes stay.