[...well, he half-monitored the disaster on Anora's post -- so he knows better than to bring up that it wasn't real.]
Are you hurt?
Are you hurt?
If you kept better track of where you were going, you might not have this problem.
Okay, fine! Next time I'll just let whoever's attacking you kill you then, shall I?
[She's about to hang up, but then the memory of the boy leaping in front of the girl flashes into her mind. There's a significant pause, and a sigh.] Look, I tried to fix mine too. And it didn't work. You don't get second chances, that's how I know it wasn't real.
[She's about to hang up, but then the memory of the boy leaping in front of the girl flashes into her mind. There's a significant pause, and a sigh.] Look, I tried to fix mine too. And it didn't work. You don't get second chances, that's how I know it wasn't real.
Not really. [A short pause before she sighs.] I don't know, the whole thing was just weird. Messed up kind of weird. Like a psychological thriller.
[Mm.] I think I should be the one asking if you're okay, though.
[Mm.] I think I should be the one asking if you're okay, though.
Martin? Are you okay? We were never gone. It wasn’t our worlds it was fake.
I’m not. It looked real and I thought I was home, too. But everyone was different. They all attacked us for training.
None of us was supposed to be there. The machine was broken. It happened in everyone’s world.

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