[They remember coming here. They remember someone who was kind, who welcomed them into their home, despite...were they injured, when they came? They must have been. There was something wrong with them, something that dizzied them and tipped them to the ground, vomiting bright pink. A gut-wrench of nausea and pain fuzzing up through their lungs - ]
[That didn't happen.]
[That didn't happen.]
[There's something glistening at the corners of their friend's eyes. It takes them a moment to recognize it for what it is.]
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[They remember coming here. They remember someone who was kind, who welcomed them into their home, despite...were they injured, when they came? They must have been. There was something wrong with them, something that dizzied them and tipped them to the ground, vomiting bright pink. A gut-wrench of nausea and pain fuzzing up through their lungs - ]
[That didn't happen.]
[That didn't happen.]
[There's something glistening at the corners of their friend's eyes. It takes them a moment to recognize it for what it is.]
was any of it real