[ There was a new sort of tension that washed over his face. It wasn't quite fear, but that was certainly part of it. A barely masked sort of dread. The way he remembered people--the way his other self did. All of the awful, twisted versions of people he'd known for so long. The way his other self remembered Lydia. He looked her over, but when he saw that bruise again, he cast his gaze back down. No, she was really her. She wouldn't be telling him this if she wasn't. ]
I thought you said it was over.
[ She'd never actually outright said that. He'd only assumed it by her words. He needed it to be over. ]
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I thought you said it was over.
[ She'd never actually outright said that. He'd only assumed it by her words. He needed it to be over. ]