[as he gets closer, Cecelia's eyes widen like a frightened animal. with her breath caught in her throat, she tenses up, recoiling from reach out of reflex, as if being touched would be physically painful. she tightly hugs her arms to herself.]
No, no, you... [her mind races, gaze flickering past him, about the place, back at him.] That would mean...it didn't happen. [think faster.] Hallucination? Delusion? No--
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No, no, you... [her mind races, gaze flickering past him, about the place, back at him.] That would mean...it didn't happen. [think faster.] Hallucination? Delusion? No--