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I... see. [He frowned.] Are your friends from a later time than you, as well? [His smile was weak, trying to reassure her with their common experiences.] Mine are, too, and sometimes... it feels like they're looking right through me. Like I'm a ghost.
[Lockon wrings his hands together, looking at them.] I can't really blame them. They've had time to move on, where time stood still for me...