[He lolls back to look at Chara for a long moment. Again, that small spark of doubt scratches at him. He knows he'd just been wrong about Shepard, and yet. And yet--
What was it Cole had said?
There is no blood, no bruises, not battered, but still broken apart. She is trying to hold onto so many pieces.
He had wondered for so long what that had meant, it nearly drove him mad, and then--somehow--he had just forgotten about it. They'd told him he was wrong to ask.
But here it is again, resurfacing, like something he'd only dreamed about. Why had he been so worried before?
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What was it Cole had said?
There is no blood, no bruises, not battered, but still broken apart. She is trying to hold onto so many pieces.
He had wondered for so long what that had meant, it nearly drove him mad, and then--somehow--he had just forgotten about it. They'd told him he was wrong to ask.
But here it is again, resurfacing, like something he'd only dreamed about. Why had he been so worried before?
What was Chara trying to say to him now?]
What do you mean? What way is she?