[ What the hell. One of the names being chosen for her is surprising, though it shouldn't be. Of course, this thing does what it wants. That's already been proven since they—
Since they woke up. Except it was the opposite. Because, somehow, it makes sense now. Either she's completely losing her mind (been there) or she's been pulled into some messed up dreamscape that's trying to tell her something (been there too). Maybe, and this is probably a long shot considering she's dead, this is even a Slayer dream.
The message on the computer screen quickly dispels that notion. Her prophetic dreams would never use her sister like this. Never. ]
We've already discussed that you're not my sister.
[ She mutters it in the general direction of the computer in question, studying the strings of numbers that make no sense. But there's three sets, just like there are three of them in this dream, so maybe... Taking a deep breath, she proceeds as she always does: winging it and hoping for the best.
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Since they woke up. Except it was the opposite. Because, somehow, it makes sense now. Either she's completely losing her mind (been there) or she's been pulled into some messed up dreamscape that's trying to tell her something (been there too). Maybe, and this is probably a long shot considering she's dead, this is even a Slayer dream.
The message on the computer screen quickly dispels that notion. Her prophetic dreams would never use her sister like this. Never. ]
We've already discussed that you're not my sister.
[ She mutters it in the general direction of the computer in question, studying the strings of numbers that make no sense. But there's three sets, just like there are three of them in this dream, so maybe... Taking a deep breath, she proceeds as she always does: winging it and hoping for the best.
#11.89782730 is selected. ]