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I never realized how much I used mirrors until now. Or how many surfaces reflect. I caught a glimpse of one of those visions in a door knob the other day and a second ago in a knife. The knife was the worst because of the vision. It's like this place is mocking us at the same time it's trying to depress us. Not just because of the knife, but because of the mirrors too. We use them to make sure we're showing our best self and that all our scars are covered up. Instead, we're seeing our worst sleeves, old wounds re-opened and it just sucks.

Sorry if this this rambled. And sorry if you see me with massive bedhead or something.

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It's possible? If death works in your world the same way it works in mine? No way of knowing for sure without, well. Dying.

I'm hoping to avoid that.

And you should. Death's no fun.

Besides, it sounds like you've had enough death in your life.

More than enough. I guess that's something we have in common.

Guess so. Maybe we'll have to try living a little instead?

Yeah.

Got any ideas for something you might wanna try?

I don't suppose they have laser tag or paintball here.

Yeah, so far as I know? I don't think so. That could always change, though. The gods are sneaky like that. Or maybe they take requests?

Maybe. I don't know how much I'd trust asking them for anything.

Is there anything you'd want to try?

Fear seemed cool. Honest. And not all that scary, despite the name.

...going back to college. But there's nothing like that here.

I thought about going to college once. I wanted to study psychology.

Yeah? Why didn't you do it?

My dad killed girls from every school I applied to. And I hadn't actually finished high school when he tried to kill me.

Oh. Fuck. Yeah, that would make it hard.

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