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[Accidental Video]
[The PCD drops, and Break makes a noise rather like a shriek of pain, clutching at the eye usually covered by the fall of his hair. Eye socket, rather; it was ripped out a long time ago. And now, with his one good eye, he's seeing her.]
It isn't real, it isn't real, it isn't- someone out there, tell me it isn't- it isn't real, it isn't-
[He backs up fast, connects with the wall, and looks down at the PCD with his one good eye, not minding, for the moment, that the scars that he usually conceals carefully are visible.]
-is it?
Alice?
It isn't real, it isn't real, it isn't- someone out there, tell me it isn't- it isn't real, it isn't-
[He backs up fast, connects with the wall, and looks down at the PCD with his one good eye, not minding, for the moment, that the scars that he usually conceals carefully are visible.]
-is it?
Alice?
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Yeah... me, neither.
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