...I didn't really care for it either. But I still remember all of it. It's like - I know there are other versions of me out there. It's like I just have their memories now, too. Even if it is unnerving, still.
And that'll depend on whether there's a reason to, or if they're just sadists. This isn't like the Reaper's Game, so at least that's one problem off the table.
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[ the sim room kind of triggers it now but this is w0 he doesn't know yet... ]
I just try not to let it get to me, but it's hard sometimes.
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