[ A slight shake of his head, again, his hand squeezing lightly over his wrist as he guides one of Miles' hands away from his face. He keeps hold of his hand by the wrist, gentle, stroking a thumb over the backs of his knuckles. ]
There is a difference. [ That difference is the only thing that keeps him sane. ] It just took a lot of time. Learning to separate Epsilon's thoughts from my own.
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There is a difference. [ That difference is the only thing that keeps him sane. ] It just took a lot of time. Learning to separate Epsilon's thoughts from my own.