[A pause.] (*We can at least, be on alert for your romantic partner. What does she look like? What does her voice sound like? And her eyes? We remember key aspects, not a whole face.*)🪄

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(*It was coddling. Sheer paranoia. We'd been hurt once, and ☐☐☐☐☐ wasn't going to risk anything.*)🪄 (*...Being, treated, like your body is crumbling, is not fun.*)🐦‍⬛ (*...*)🪄 (*But, but it's over now. We won't worry about anyone, anyone, anymore.*)🐦‍⬛

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(*It, wasn't a dream!*)🐦‍⬛ (*We peered into-*)🪄 (*Other worlds! Other timelines!*)🐦‍⬛ (*-As Sycamore kindly put it.*)🪄 [Marshall sighs. Charlie rolls their eyes.] (*Mm...I, I suppose your assumption has, has some merit. I, I wouldn't call it, "coddling," moreso, um-*)🐦‍⬛

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. . . (*I didn't, want to hurt the few people I did have left. I wasn't exactly allowed outside...*)🐦‍⬛ (*We had to snea-*)🪄 (*Shsh!!*)🐦‍⬛ (*Tch. Right.*)🪄 (*...Alas, we can, perhaps help you to find her. We can't, see anyone when we dream, but, we can hear voices. I, I can remember voices...*)🐦‍⬛

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(*Another..Me? I, I didn't see that when, we peered into-*)🐦‍⬛ [He looks to Charlie.] (*Did you?*)🐦‍⬛ (*Not quite like you. I saw mostly younger ones.*)🪄 (*Violent ones-*)🐦‍⬛ (*Tragic ones-*)🪄 (*All of them, unlucky!*)🐦‍⬛🪄 [A pause.] (*I...Can't have friends, Sir. I already pushed it with Ja-Mm.*)🐦‍⬛

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