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[disavower]

H-Hello? Can anyone hear me? Oh, this is absolutely mad.

[ susan's breath hitches and she sighs loudly as she starts moving, heels clicking against the floor as she paces. ]

This can't be happening. This cannot possibly be real. [ but, as she trips slightly and lets out a small 'ow!' it becomes very clear that this isn't, actually, a dream. and

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[paterelohim]

A funeral?

[Yes, he's focusing on the important thing.]

I'm sorry for your loss.

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[disavower]

[ oh, that's unexpected and oddly sweet coming from a total stranger. ]

Thank you for your condolences.

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[paterelohim]

[She sounded sad. :c ]

No problem. Uh- who, who was it? They might actually be here. That happened to me- a week ago I saw someone die and when I got here, there he was.

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[disavower]

My family. Both of my parents, my three siblings... The train they were on crashed.

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[paterelohim]

Oh my god, that's awful. [Alkdjfhg sob what do]

Um. Look, I know you don't know me - my name's Chuck, by the way - but, um, there are people here you can talk to. Who can help.

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[disavower]

I'll be alright. It's just going to be - a little hard for a while.

Thank you, though, for trying to help.

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[paterelohim]

You're welcome.

And... okay. But don't feel like you have to be an island or anything. Being here is hard enough. I have this friend you could talk to, actually- he's not... a doctor, but he's a really good listener. [So to speak.] His name's Aslan.

[Yes, Aslan, he is pimping you out. Something about this girl feels... different. Prickling senses He doesn't like to use very often, and He gets the feeling that she'll benefit from talking to the great Lion.]

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[disavower]

[ susan goes quiet for a very long moment. of all the things he could have said... ]

How do you know that name?

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[paterelohim]

[Oh deer.]

Because he's here?

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[disavower]

But He's not real. [ even through everything, susan still capitalizes his name in her head. ] He was just a part of a silly game my siblings and I played during the war.

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[paterelohim]

Well, uh. He's real here. I talked to him. He's probably the most real thing in this city.

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[disavower]

What do you mean by, 'the most real?'

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[paterelohim]

I don't know, it's just kind of- I mean, you know him, right? You know what I mean. There's just something about him.

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[disavower]

It's hard to know something that's fictional. [ she'll likely be stuck on that until she sees him with her own eyes. sorry, chuck. ]

But I remember in our games He was rather... grand, for lack of a better word.

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[paterelohim]

Why do you think he's fictional? Why do you think that all of this can't possibly be real?

It's all very real. I have no reason to lie to you about him.

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[disavower]

Because none of this makes any sort of sense. Everything I've ever been told said that things like this just aren't possible. Things like this only happen in fairy stories.