Y-yeah... I don't really get it. Like, are we just going to get deleted tomorrow, and it doesn't matter because the real versions of us that didn't do all this stuff are already home and we never actually left? Or... are we actually going home like this, somehow...? I don't really want to have to explain these dumb injuries to my pops...
[ bite on his neck, stitched-up cut on his face... this has just been a bad two weeks. ]
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[ bite on his neck, stitched-up cut on his face... this has just been a bad two weeks. ]
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[He will at least admit that.]
It's sort of a headache, to know that versions of us here aren't the real ones. I wonder if we'll evern remember it all?