[She almost got killed to protect Sunny’s fragile, fabricated peace.]
[Aubrey should be mad about that, maybe. He looks like Sunny. He has the piano’s name and the boy’s knife. And he wants to keep Sunny safe… from them.]
[There’s a lot she still doesn’t understand, and hell forbid Kel or Hero wind up here… But for once, Aubrey can try not to make it worse.]
I can’t speak for the others, but… I think, if we really stay together, we’ll get through.
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[She almost got killed to protect Sunny’s fragile, fabricated peace.]
[Aubrey should be mad about that, maybe. He looks like Sunny. He has the piano’s name and the boy’s knife. And he wants to keep Sunny safe… from them.]
[There’s a lot she still doesn’t understand, and hell forbid Kel or Hero wind up here… But for once, Aubrey can try not to make it worse.]
I can’t speak for the others, but… I think, if we really stay together, we’ll get through.
No one else has to die.
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[He can accept that.]
Take care of him...
Please...
He can't do it on his own.
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I will. [A nod, small but resolute.] I think… we all will.
[Kel reached out before any of them. Basil seemed happy. And surely, with time, even Hero can pull through.
[They’ll be there for each other. They’ll call, this time. They won’t let anyone fall astray.
[It can mend. It has to.]
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[He's starting to fade.]
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Omori…?
[She reaches for him.]
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[His voice is warped, far away like he's down the road, not sitting right in front of her. When she touches him, her hand fazes through nothing.]
He's so sorry...
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Omori....
[It’s disconcerting, to touch an illusion. But she pulls for his hand anyway, as if to clasp it. A silent promise.]
I hope he can forgive himself, too.
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[Maybe..
[He can...
[Omori clasps her hands back. He underestimated them...Sunny's idealized versions aren't all that different after all, as it turns out.]
Bye, Aubrey.
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[He’s smiling....]
[She squeezes hands that aren’t there. There’s the faintest trace of a smile in return.]
Bye, Omori.