Ephemera takes a breath. Holds it. Counts on the exhale.
Focus. Stay in the moment.]
Yes. Fine.
[Things get jumbled sometimes and even if Sweets says they're not connected they are. Everything is tied together in this giant fucking knot and it won't come apart if he pulls, it only gets tighter and tighter. So he has to let go. Breathe. And sort out each piece one by one.]
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Yeah. That.
Ephemera takes a breath. Holds it. Counts on the exhale.
Focus. Stay in the moment.]
Yes. Fine.
[Things get jumbled sometimes and even if Sweets says they're not connected they are. Everything is tied together in this giant fucking knot and it won't come apart if he pulls, it only gets tighter and tighter. So he has to let go. Breathe. And sort out each piece one by one.]