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{Outside The Projection}
Nasir's words hadn't only shaken up his people.
No, they had an effect here, hundreds of years later.
They gripped the whole world and refused to let go, demanding to be heard.
The hall was no different.
His voice echoed in their heads, making them forget the fiery night the projection had skipped past.
His unshakable belief—it had buried itself in their chests and set them ablaze.
"God, did you feel that? I felt that shit."
"That speech—damn, that speech."
"I'd follow that man to the ends of the planet."
"He could've told me to run headfirst into a mountain, and I would've done it."
"It was war; it was a sword drawn at the throats of his enemies."
"Seriously, how the fuck is this guy unknown?"
Voices had risen, mixing together, overlapping.
"What was that gesture they did? The 'T' thing?"
"Yeah! Even our Lady did it. What for?"
None of those pledged under the new Nasir responded to that question.
