Imagine a blank canvas. Now fill it with tears and rips and something that doesn't even resemble what it once was. That's maybe close to what's out there waiting for you.
I tried to tell people that Judy wasn't real. Our existence might not feel less real to you, but I can't say the same about everyone else. We're dead. We're data.
...I don't know how much I care about continuing, but I know at least one person would be pretty pissed and wouldn't stand for it. For that, I'm gonna have to ask you to convince everyone else not to erase us. Not unless you can find a way to maybe transport us the way Rhys was gonna transport me.
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I tried to tell people that Judy wasn't real. Our existence might not feel less real to you, but I can't say the same about everyone else. We're dead. We're data.
...I don't know how much I care about continuing, but I know at least one person would be pretty pissed and wouldn't stand for it. For that, I'm gonna have to ask you to convince everyone else not to erase us. Not unless you can find a way to maybe transport us the way Rhys was gonna transport me.
I don't know what will happen to Ciel though.