[ Phone. Right. He catches it. Squints at the background and smooths his thumb over the screen. It's him but it's not him. No picture like this exists in the world. Not his world. ]
I don't understand. [ Why does he have a bow in his hair? Why would you keep a picture of him on your phone? ] If there was no Apocalypse, I wouldn't have met you.
[ And you're different. He can tell that you're different. So he must be different. Only through a very conscious act of will power can he read the being in the picture as himself. Envy is such an unpleasant sensation. He holds the phone out back to you. ]
How did you stop it? [ The Apocalypse. Never mind them. That picture is disturbing. The Apocalypse—isn't less disturbing, but at least far more familiar. ]
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I don't understand. [ Why does he have a bow in his hair? Why would you keep a picture of him on your phone? ] If there was no Apocalypse, I wouldn't have met you.
[ And you're different. He can tell that you're different. So he must be different. Only through a very conscious act of will power can he read the being in the picture as himself. Envy is such an unpleasant sensation. He holds the phone out back to you. ]
How did you stop it? [ The Apocalypse. Never mind them. That picture is disturbing. The Apocalypse—isn't less disturbing, but at least far more familiar. ]