[ Well, he’s here now, being made to stare down at his wobbly river reflection. Just a mask, there — not even a face. Why does he wear the mask all the time, anyways? Where’d he get this thing to start with? Did it ever even have any kind of sentimental value?
Silence, first. He doesn’t remember which one of them said that first, or who said that last. But he does remember the answer, which never changed with every promise they made.
’Yeah.’
Didn't he say something like that?
'Keep being my friend, no matter what.'
Funny how things shake out. Wasn't him, he doesn't know that guy. ]
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Silence, first. He doesn’t remember which one of them said that first, or who said that last. But he does remember the answer, which never changed with every promise they made.
’Yeah.’
Didn't he say something like that?
'Keep being my friend, no matter what.'
Funny how things shake out. Wasn't him, he doesn't know that guy. ]
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Stop it...