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The author was five. Maybe six.

He kept them all because he's proud.

Each pen a time capsule. A version of himself with cleaner hands and hope that already a near decade-long abyss separates him from.

That was a terrible apology, Hershel. Listen to the poor thing! Do it properly, restore his heinous pomposity.

He wanted to keep you all around.

Resigned to what was then coming, now come.

Happy to disappear into the life of another.

Or you could leave it. A small memento -- a trace of him passing through this world.

Another Opera castoff. Maligned and misaligned.

Not quite an accusation, but almost.

Fear and relief, together.

A mantra repeated.

He would rather talk about anything else.

Your flippant misunderstanding has hit a nerve. It's not the first time he's been dismissed this way.

There's no telling what Gonza's behavioural baseline is.

Under the air of affected dismissal, the accusation cuts.

Without his meds, the outside world might as well be one big giant seizure-inducing machine. You're not getting Ramses all the way over here without at least one dose to level him out.

A mantra repeated.

Even her friends are wavering, it seems. Not as real as they used to be.

The boy in the scarf. This girl is his tormentor -- and also his first love.

Every time. Rain-smeared missing posters taped to the streetlamps of your life.

Culture then cash. Tempo to a tee.

You're going to spend the final hour talking to a walking lobotomy?

Now it's just a matter of working up the guts to knock on her door.

Eszti keeps a special mental calendar marked 'Critical Phone Call from Hershel?'. The calendar has been counting for five years.

No need to stress, she's almost definitely forgotten about that phonecall you promised her.

It doesn't matter. Her name is the conjuring magic. The name alone is enough to hold on to.

Strange question...

You can do it, CASCADE!, he says with his eyes.

Thoughts of Tempo flash through your mind.

The word 'LEAD' burns itself into the centre of your visual field.

This is not a real order. It's a sympathy order. He obviously made an impression on the old woman.

This is not a real order. It's a sympathy order. He obviously made an impression on this Carmuna.

You're getting some great people management tips here.

Reno might thank you for fixing his prized train.

Carmuna would be proud.

But she deserves to know, doesn't she?

You don't have any photographs like this. You don't even know this many people.

It certainly appears she's pulled it off.

Eszti never mentioned a family of her own, but it looks like she's married into a huge one.

All traces of fear, gone.

Does he remind you of her? Another victim of techno-fascist wizardry, not here of his own volition.

His voice breaks. The audible beat of a shattered heart.

A new belonging.

You miss them all terribly, for a moment. Or maybe you miss being lost among them.

Your character is a woman chronically obsessed with her own pain, a cripple, almost, but one who filters it all through an engine of language.

In short: Born capitalist, reborn communist.

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