[If only she could make the same connection... no, names are different. Names have no meaning to her, they’re just words used for identification. Realities...
She’ll get there. She knows that he’s still him, but somehow, it still feels like looking at a copy... But that’s not true, is it? And it’s not something that matters. That will all sink in. Soon. Just... not yet.
She does take a small, half of a step backward, but doesn’t completely pull away. She looks up at him again.]
Good. [She clears her throat. Any and all hostility from before is completely gone. She's calm now. Concerned, but calm.] Because this is... a hell of a thing. [Hey, there's even a faint - albeit a bit dark - laugh here.]
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She’ll get there. She knows that he’s still him, but somehow, it still feels like looking at a copy... But that’s not true, is it? And it’s not something that matters. That will all sink in. Soon. Just... not yet.
She does take a small, half of a step backward, but doesn’t completely pull away. She looks up at him again.]
Good. [She clears her throat. Any and all hostility from before is completely gone. She's calm now. Concerned, but calm.] Because this is... a hell of a thing. [Hey, there's even a faint - albeit a bit dark - laugh here.]