[ Most nights, if not every night, he loses her again. Someone he never knew and never met but by god if it doesn't hurt all the same. It's numbed after all these years, but only through practice and sheer determination, learning to twist his own thoughts apart from Epsilon's, and sometimes, still. Remembering this hurts because it's just so close to it, because it comes so close to remembering the actual pain of literally tearing himself apart. But he's fine, for now. As long as he doesn't think of her name.
A nod, his fingers tightening slightly over Miles' wrist, turning his face against one of those hands on either side of him. He'll take the comfort, he doesn't need it just yet, but. ]
Beta. [ Just as a means of confirmation. Yes, the memory of her had become an AI all its own. ] Even if I never knew her, it still feels like I did.
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A nod, his fingers tightening slightly over Miles' wrist, turning his face against one of those hands on either side of him. He'll take the comfort, he doesn't need it just yet, but. ]
Beta. [ Just as a means of confirmation. Yes, the memory of her had become an AI all its own. ] Even if I never knew her, it still feels like I did.