[His voice is as bland and unbothered as everything else before it. But there's a delay as he lapses back into silence, thoughts moving almost inescapably to something John said. Not to him, but still a version of him, months ago.
you're dave sprite, not dave. you aren't the real dave.]
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What. Saying I'm not the real thing.
[His voice is as bland and unbothered as everything else before it. But there's a delay as he lapses back into silence, thoughts moving almost inescapably to something John said. Not to him, but still a version of him, months ago.
you're dave sprite, not dave.
you aren't the real dave.]