[ After all of that, Alex doesn't really have the energy to pull away from Maya, even if he wanted to. Beaky still nuzzles at his shoulder, and he moves with shaky, tired steps, kind of...murmuring. ]
That wasn't her. That wasn't him. That...wasn't any of them. [ And then, in a disconnected stammer: ] Maya, I- ...you were right. There's...something really wrong with me.
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That wasn't her. That wasn't him. That...wasn't any of them. [ And then, in a disconnected stammer: ] Maya, I- ...you were right. There's...something really wrong with me.