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Who: Everyone
When: Day 43, Nighttime
Where: The clearing, now no longer a beach

[ The beach fades away, leaving everyone back in the comfortable and familiar surroundings of the clearing and their-- beloved?-- train. There are some new stars in the sky, twinkling in ginger goldenrod, thyme apple, senna terracotta, jasmine blue, and clover pink.

The sound of a giggle fills the air and leaves behind bubbles-- touching one will give the uncontrollable urge to hug the nearest person. They will persist throughout the night. ]

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I mean, if it wasn't on purpose, it doesn't really matter, right? We can just pretend nothing happened. I'd rather you hug me because you want to.

[wait. but that almost sounds like.]

You would want to hug me?

[ [x] doubt]

Why wouldn't I want to hug you?

[she's an asshole, sir.]

I am not a good person.

You're fine to me.

...I do not understand you.

[Any of you, she doesn't say.]

What's to understand? It's just how I feel.

Your feelings are misplaced.

I've heard that before.

Perhaps you should take heed.

Do you want me to?

Yes. It would be better that way.

Why though?

Does it matter?

As the person who's being told to reassess his feelings, kind of.

I am not remotely a good person.

Yeah? I'm pretty sure I have a violent alternative personality. I'm not here to judge. I just know you've always been a good person to me.

That is likely not your fault, though?

[she temporarily ignores the rest.]

Doesn't matter, it's who I am. But I'm not going to let it control me either. Just like I'm not going to let whatever reason you have for thinking you're a terrible person control you.