"Good," Jane says firmly with a solid look at him. She would be very upset if he was hurt.
She bites her lip then decides to try and explain. "I'm never quite sure what it is. Everything is this--- dark eerie blue. I know I'm cold. I can't move. Can't control anything. And... It's like. It's like I know something terrible is happening. But I can't move and no matter how hard I try I can't fight it."
This is the part she hates thinking about. "And I've seen others there. I know they were real and .... A lot like me. And I can hear them being put down. Something was wrong with them. Some of them aren't strong or good enough. So they had to go. And I can't help them either. I'm just as helpless as them."
This is starting to upset her again. She doesn't like thinking about it.
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