[ Oh, it hurts to see her recoil. Flynn freezes where he is, looking over her face, trying to understand. None of the pieces seem to fit: the hotel is whole. The sun is shining. Yuri is nowhere to be found, and he is alive. Cecelia is herself, and she is terrified, and talking about delusions.
Flynn swallows, uncertain. ]
I... think it did.
[ If... she's talking about what he thinks she is, which is his world going red-hot and painful and then suddenly, finally black. ]
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Flynn swallows, uncertain. ]
I... think it did.
[ If... she's talking about what he thinks she is, which is his world going red-hot and painful and then suddenly, finally black. ]