[He doesn't have a good argument for that. He tries to justify it, tries to remember where he learned things like how to fire a gun, but he can't. It's like a mental wall, and even though he can practically imagine the weight of the gun in his hands, the click of the bullets as he reloads it, the context of it all is just...not there.]
[He lets out a groan, placing a hand on his face in frustration.]
I thought she was lying. There was no way I could have ever moved to this place, but...now I don't know. [His voice is low, strained.] I don't know what to think anymore. This must all be some kind of mistake...
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[He doesn't have a good argument for that. He tries to justify it, tries to remember where he learned things like how to fire a gun, but he can't. It's like a mental wall, and even though he can practically imagine the weight of the gun in his hands, the click of the bullets as he reloads it, the context of it all is just...not there.]
[He lets out a groan, placing a hand on his face in frustration.]
I thought she was lying. There was no way I could have ever moved to this place, but...now I don't know. [His voice is low, strained.] I don't know what to think anymore. This must all be some kind of mistake...