[The reality of this isn't helping. The way they feel like they're really there, sound like they're really there - he has to look away but he can't because he's not...he shouldn't do that. Not to them. But they're not real. But why should that matter.]
[He grimaces. His shoulders hunch a little, and his eyes slide away.]
[How's he supposed to accept that they're not some figment?]
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[The reality of this isn't helping. The way they feel like they're really there, sound like they're really there - he has to look away but he can't because he's not...he shouldn't do that. Not to them. But they're not real. But why should that matter.]
[He grimaces. His shoulders hunch a little, and his eyes slide away.]
[How's he supposed to accept that they're not some figment?]
I just wish you were real.