[Good God, she's starting to remember the tangled web of reality and weird, dream-like flashes that came with Instrumentality. All of the horrible truths about herself that she was forced to look at.
It's not something she likes remembering. She stays curled up on her bed for a few minutes before adding:]
not that dying would be great or anything stupid like that.
[Mood: plummeting. She's stuck in this weird space between wanting to keep on existing and wishing she could curl up into a ball and just stop.]
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[Good God, she's starting to remember the tangled web of reality and weird, dream-like flashes that came with Instrumentality. All of the horrible truths about herself that she was forced to look at.
It's not something she likes remembering. She stays curled up on her bed for a few minutes before adding:]
not that dying would be great or anything stupid like that.
[Mood: plummeting. She's stuck in this weird space between wanting to keep on existing and wishing she could curl up into a ball and just stop.]