[It's not fair on her, but he can't deny that that's why he reached out to her in the first place. Maybe he was, on some unconscious level, superimposing his mental image of somebody else on top of her, and he can't see clearly enough to tell them apart. But he's making a conscious effort to take all this in and paint her as someone else with his scarlet brush.]
A little. [A lot, actually, and it weighs heavily on his mind.]
But you're not her. And you're not a ghost. You're Pelan, as you've told me.
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A little. [A lot, actually, and it weighs heavily on his mind.]
But you're not her. And you're not a ghost. You're Pelan, as you've told me.