She moved closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Same thing. Apocalypse. End of the world. Everyone that I've ever cared about dead because I didn't have control of my own brain." She sighed. "I know, it's in the past. Doesn't stop me from thinking about it. Or dreaming, in this case."
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