[ Royce's expression shifts. He's confused enough that he tries to sit up, wincing. She's looking through a wall, but - the wall shifts and shivers a bit. ]
That's not what it looks like to me. [ He says, slurry. ] You see something different? [ A beat. ] ... You want me to leave.
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That's not what it looks like to me. [ He says, slurry. ] You see something different? [ A beat. ] ... You want me to leave.