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this log.]
[Kid is standing somewhere high, a tree of rooftop, though not much beyond the white of his suit and the blue of the sky is visible on the PCD. He stands, silent, staring out, cape flapping slightly in the breeze. When he finally speaks his voice is low.]
This is as close as I can get to the sky here.
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That sounds tragic.
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[Looks shortly to the right, to his hallucination of A]
.. It is pretty hard to ignoring the hallucinations, huh?
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He blinks the images out of his vision, the blood splattered across the room, across the screen, a horridly mutilated ghost-figure in a corner. Ignores them, forces them away, though he can still see them, though he doesn't know if they're real or not. Hallucinations. Maybe.
KID was still there. On the screen.
A shuddering exhalation of breath, familiarity bringing some small measure of comfort to this whole situation. KID as trapped as the rest, yet somehow, no less a phantom.}
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