That part... did actually kinda make sense, Rosario had to admit. She'd still been arguing with her own senses even after watching death run in reverse, even with the stench of it still coating the back of her throat. If it wasn't for Lyra, she'd probably still be trying to rationalise it away. And Lyra, Lyra had said that about Archer, too— that she might not have believed she'd really seen it if Avery hadn't been there with her. Impossible was impossible, and what was easier to believe, that the entire world didn't work the way you'd been taught, or that maybe you hadn't seen what you thought you'd seen?
And if you couldn't make yourself forget it, but you didn't have a Johnny and Elaine to lay it all out for you, what the hell did you think? That you'd been abducted by aliens? That it was clones or a cult or some kinda lizard people conspiracy? The thought sent an uncomfortable shiver through Rosario.
"O-okay, so— what are the parameters? Like, what's the difference between a real story and one that's just regular fiction? Who all is out there? And why don't they always stay real?" How does it all work, she wanted to ask, feeling almost frantic to find some solid, stable edges to this nebulous new reality.