[He's silent, again, at that. And he thinks about those he's lost, those he wants to try talking to, those he would never again see. But he knows that this event isn't real. It's all an illusion, and what would be gained even if it weren't?
There's nothing that can fix what's happened, especially not talking to ghosts that shouldn't exist.]
It's fine.
[The words are soft, but he means them, no matter how a part of him still longs to go looking for the graves of those siblings that are gone forever.]
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There's nothing that can fix what's happened, especially not talking to ghosts that shouldn't exist.]
It's fine.
[The words are soft, but he means them, no matter how a part of him still longs to go looking for the graves of those siblings that are gone forever.]
I won't go out.