[ The more Jim talks, the more Zack's hand just hovers over letters seconds before he tries to talk instead. Automatically. Instinctively. And quickly regrets it when his voice comes out as no more than a ghastly wheeze and he coughs instead, covering his mouth with the back of his hand once more. Glances down at it and almost snorts softly before he now gets back to the tablet. Types out a few things in frustration. Forgets to erase his first line before he shows it. Maybe he should have. ]
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we don't know but we might really be copies. or we might not be. we don't have any way of knowing but it would sure explain why there's more than one Cloud who ended up here.
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we don't know but we might really be copies. or we might not be. we don't have any way of knowing but it would sure explain why there's more than one Cloud who ended up here.