[Oh God. Oh God, she knows exactly what she's talking about, and that recognition sends a bolt of dread shooting down her spine. Her posture doesn't change much, but her grip on her teacup tightens like a vice.]
That's... I think I understand. It's hard to get all the right words for it.
[Her head hurts just thinking about it. Something about an absence, something that was there and just isn't anymore. A hole in the center.]
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That's... I think I understand. It's hard to get all the right words for it.
[Her head hurts just thinking about it. Something about an absence, something that was there and just isn't anymore. A hole in the center.]