[ Elizabeth hesitates. As much as she'd like to dismiss the notion out of hand, say awfully detailed for a delusion-- well. She's had her share of experiences with experiences that felt real in all the right, detailed ways, only to have them crash down around her.
There's no way of knowing. Not for sure. Not after last time. All she can do is hold onto her trust in the last solution. ]
I can't say I blame him. It's a tricky thing to really disprove.
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There's no way of knowing. Not for sure. Not after last time. All she can do is hold onto her trust in the last solution. ]
I can't say I blame him. It's a tricky thing to really disprove.