[The conversation elapses quickly, in their eyes - they hardly see it at all. One moment, everything is in relative order, if a poor one. One of them holds them down, the other cries out - and the next, everything's skidded several steps ahead. There are lost seconds, precious seconds, of disorientation - a firm blink and a shake of their head as they stumble.]
[Whatever just happened, whatever points in time slid past...it matters little.]
[Perhaps another test. Perhaps reality coming apart again, at the seams. They've always favored blatant dissociation as opposed to actual reality itself - why should this have changed?]
no subject
[Whatever just happened, whatever points in time slid past...it matters little.]
[Perhaps another test. Perhaps reality coming apart again, at the seams. They've always favored blatant dissociation as opposed to actual reality itself - why should this have changed?]
[Ha ha.]
[They've never been on this side of a RESET.]