[And with his hands free now, he reaches up and slowly pulls back the hood, letting it hit his back softly as he continues staring at her almost warily, but also a little hopefully.]
Mm-mm. I don't think so. [...granted now that he thinks about it, he wonders what Emma might have seen.] Like I said, I didn't get out much before this.
We are, but it's not the same. Our rules about participation and how we're tied together are a little different than yours. But I tell him pretty much everything anyway so maybe it doesn't make a difference.
The only effects we have are when we try to tell you too much and the universe stops us. No dreams, no weird urges to dance, nothing like that. Since we're kinda like the universe's hands I think we skipped that part.
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It's nice to remeet you, too.
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...You look familiar. [But she can't place it.] There's no way we could have met before, right?
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Right. Must have just been my imagination.
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[Dreams. Memories. It's a lot.]
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