[ Allison face really doesn't shift. The glowing box still flutters above her vision, both too familiar and too foreign all at once, so recently depended on and so very long not even an option. Still nothing about her expression, posture, and fold of her hands on her stomach changes in the smallest it.
(It's almost amazing to think she really had the patience for this months/years ago.) ]
Because people just vanish, and when most of them come back, if they come back, they don't even remember what they did when they were here before, and no one can ever determine if they are the same people, just with the memories gone, or perhaps some other version of themselves.
And then you put all that work in, and you make all those choices, And it's just gone. And there's no one to blame but this place.
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(It's almost amazing to think she really had the patience for this months/years ago.) ]
Because people just vanish, and when most of them come back, if they come back, they don't even remember what they did when they were here before, and no one can ever determine if they are the same people, just with the memories gone, or perhaps some other version of themselves.
And then you put all that work in, and you make all those choices,
And it's just gone. And there's no one to blame but this place.