[Her mind tries to tie the frayed ends together, to make sense of things—the echo of Blank's other world theories rings in her mind. The past had changed, but what exactly changed? Had she died before? Was there another version of her that had intwined with her own universe?]
[Fortunately, she hides her frustration well. Her fingers gently run over the skin where Fela's own fingers had found themselves just moments ago. She laughs, but it's empty. Hollow.] And here I was thinking that this would be a nice vacation.
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[Fortunately, she hides her frustration well. Her fingers gently run over the skin where Fela's own fingers had found themselves just moments ago. She laughs, but it's empty. Hollow.] And here I was thinking that this would be a nice vacation.