[Somewhere in the midst of this conversation they're all pretending isn't about him, Stephen gets up and starts pacing his cell, arms crossed tight, hands tucked against his sides hard enough to hurt a little, reminding him that he can feel them.]
That's the gist of it, yeah.
[But by the time he'd been given the tablet in the tower, he was barely able to keep a grasp on reality.]
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That's the gist of it, yeah.
[But by the time he'd been given the tablet in the tower, he was barely able to keep a grasp on reality.]