[He sighs, more of a quiet exhale, and absently twists a strand of hair between his fingers. He's still looking at the screen, but at a point somewhere past Heather's left ear rather than right at her.]
I remember...I remember him dying. The human I was supposed to be.
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Thought so.
[He sighs, more of a quiet exhale, and absently twists a strand of hair between his fingers. He's still looking at the screen, but at a point somewhere past Heather's left ear rather than right at her.]
I remember...I remember him dying. The human I was supposed to be.