[What if it's worth the risk. It rings in her ears, brings up something she doesn't understand, because none of it's at all put together. It's the feeling of holding a stack of papers. It's the feeling of gripping a bony hand, too tight, too hard. It's the feeling of her bare feet on the hot metal of the CORE, too late, too late, too late.
She doesn't know what this is adding up to. She doesn't know where it started, in the first place.]
i idon t konwo i odnt know id ont know
im sorry im sorry im sorry i don twant anyone else to get hurt i dont there s a lot of things from the underground that happened and theyre not its not all clear i dont
i cant do this we can find something else anything else please
strap a rocket to the chair, boom, problem solved
She doesn't know what this is adding up to. She doesn't know where it started, in the first place.]
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idon t konwo i odnt know id ont know
im sorry im sorry im sorry
i don twant anyone else to get hurt i dont
there s a lot of things from the underground that happened and
theyre not
its not all clear i dont
i cant do this
we can find something else
anything else
please