[ The response is immediate from every last one of them regarding the whole, 'accepting each other' thing: ]
No.
[ But at that moment, all the other copies seem to disappear altogether which makes the real one just fall onto her knees herself in a mixture of exhaustion and relief because she feels like she was inches away from getting herself emotionally destroyed by a copy of herself, which means she can at least breathe the words under her breath, even if it might still be audible enough for Rean to hear it. ]
Thank fuck they're gone. . .
[ She's still reeling a bit as she just goes to laying down on the ground now. This floor is her new best friend. ]
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No.
[ But at that moment, all the other copies seem to disappear altogether which makes the real one just fall onto her knees herself in a mixture of exhaustion and relief because she feels like she was inches away from getting herself emotionally destroyed by a copy of herself, which means she can at least breathe the words under her breath, even if it might still be audible enough for Rean to hear it. ]
Thank fuck they're gone. . .
[ She's still reeling a bit as she just goes to laying down on the ground now. This floor is her new best friend. ]
Sorry that you had to help me with this, Rean.