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“You’re here,” he said, flat. An accusation disguised as a greeting.

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“No.” She shook her head, and a single tear, unbidden, traced a path down her cheek. “Basic decency doesn’t cross the boundary between reality and fantasy for someone. Basic decency doesn’t choose to see a person when the whole world is telling you they’re a glitch.” “You’re here,” he said, flat

She stood by the rusted railing, her oversized sweater catching the autumn wind. Her pink hair, usually a soft shock of color against the gray concrete, seemed muted today. She wasn't looking at the skyline. She was looking at the door. Her pink hair, usually a soft shock of

Takumi froze, then scowled. “Why would you—ugh. This is why I don’t leave my base. People lie. Reality glitches.”