[ Not in this world. But there was--something, in the other one. For a while. Ephemera twitches, uneasy. He doesn't like this part. How little he knows his own mind. How easily he bent when he couldn't remember his own past.
He'd liked Maine. It feels like the worst sort of betrayal.
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[ Not in this world. But there was--something, in the other one. For a while. Ephemera twitches, uneasy. He doesn't like this part. How little he knows his own mind. How easily he bent when he couldn't remember his own past.
He'd liked Maine. It feels like the worst sort of betrayal.
He closes the sketchbook. ]
It looks like that. When you activate it.