Let's not talk about that. Or acknowledge it ever.
Propping himself up on his elbows, Bene looks over at Edgard.
"There was truth to some of it," he murmurs pensively, "like, there were things in it that... that I think are real. Or might be. But not all of them."
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Propping himself up on his elbows, Bene looks over at Edgard.
"There was truth to some of it," he murmurs pensively, "like, there were things in it that... that I think are real. Or might be. But not all of them."