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[adaptiveimmunities]

Story ideas, fanmail, marriage proposals all go here. I'll respond when I can.

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[heyboss]

Because it makes no sense. Out of everything you've seen, you think there's people we know there?

Shaun. George isn't there.

[adaptiveimmunities]

You can say that? For sure? With all the shit that we've seen and done on this weirdass ship? Really?

[I can. I'm not there, dumbass. Stop being stupid about this.]

[heyboss]

Stop being stupid.

You're not thinking, Shaun.

[adaptiveimmunities]

[If he were thinking, he'd have to admit there's no chance. I died in our world, and 'Death' doesn't exist there.]

But there does here, and if we accept there's a multiverse, why can't we posit that there might be a chance?

[heyboss]

Because this is not how Death is in your world, Shaun. This is not how Death is in our world.

Don't do this.

[adaptiveimmunities]

I'm not doing anything. I asked a question. We're having a conversation.

[Absolutely no one here is dumb enough to believe that. We all know what you're planning, and you need to cut it out.]

With all due respect, George, you don't get to complain about how I cope with being an only child.

[heyboss]

George is in your head, Shaun. She's not just a hallucination. She's not just your way of coping.

She's a manifestation of your conscious. She's right. And I'm right.

And you know this.

[adaptiveimmunities]

You know what? You can both get entirely fucked. Whatever. I'll stay in town and be a good boy. [He will not.] But don't expect me to like it.

[heyboss]

Thank you, Shaun.

I don't believe you. But thank you for trying.

[adaptiveimmunities]

Sure. Whatever.