[ His haphazard approach, tribbles in tow, makes her laugh, light and unmocking. ]
I should be asking you that. [ what with his numerous fluffy followers and all. ] My father is — [ a sharp inhale freezes her smile. Her father's dead. No, he isn't. Is he? Was that man her father? She has a different father now, but she doesn't know which one is real. If either of them are real. She doesn't know. She doesn't know she doesn't know she doesn't know who is he who is he.
Does it matter?
She bypasses her panic, carding through the conflicting memories in her head to locate information known to be constant. It only takes her seconds to recover. ] — I'm a rancher's daughter, so I've always been close to animals.
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I should be asking you that. [ what with his numerous fluffy followers and all. ] My father is — [ a sharp inhale freezes her smile. Her father's dead. No, he isn't. Is he? Was that man her father? She has a different father now, but she doesn't know which one is real. If either of them are real. She doesn't know. She doesn't know she doesn't know she doesn't know who is he who is he.
Does it matter?
She bypasses her panic, carding through the conflicting memories in her head to locate information known to be constant. It only takes her seconds to recover. ] — I'm a rancher's daughter, so I've always been close to animals.