[Well put. She feels a spike of annoyance and has to admit the familiarity of that is nice, in the face of even more nonsensical, confusing bullshit. It's soothingly impersonal. Whoever this stranger is, fuck him for having the luxury of horror, for not being so suddenly inundated in it. She watches him carefully while she searches for the most economical means of conveying what she must. Who knows, an errant breeze could put her out for good.]
I don't feel anything. [It's intended to be reassuring, however unhappy she sounds about it.] Stay calm. Don't freak out. Don't touch the coin.
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I don't feel anything. [It's intended to be reassuring, however unhappy she sounds about it.] Stay calm. Don't freak out. Don't touch the coin.
Who are you?