"None.... none of this makes sense. Yo...you have to be some other version of Ben." Som version that knew a less broken Mal. That had to be it. She clung to that conclusion like it was the last bit of driftwood keeping her from drowning in a storm. But the storm was winning.
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Date: 2023-06-13 07:27 pm (UTC)