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[heartstopping]

[Rolo has not been having a good time since everyone's memories came back. He's mostly dealt with this by staying home curled up in bed and ignoring the network completely, but after a few days he's finally desperate enough to pull the network device thing back out.]

Is there anything like a therapist in this city?

[He's not even thinking about shit like going anon right now. That would probably be a bad sign, if his standard preference for anonymity didn't necessarily preclude people knowing about said preference.]

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[driving_from_the_backseat]

What is the hard part?

[heartstopping]

[Eughhh. He doesn't want to say it. Only the fact that this conversation is private tips him over the edge.]

I don't want that to be the real one.

[driving_from_the_backseat]

What will you do if it is?

[heartstopping]

What can I do?

[driving_from_the_backseat]

You can attempt to change or process the parts that you dislike.

[heartstopping]

And what if they're parts I can't change?

[driving_from_the_backseat]

You can process them, or learn to live with them. [Avalon is very much a hypocrite for saying that. While their life as a killer fits with what they have discovered about their current self, the emptiness that they felt in that life is not something that they want to be real.]

[heartstopping]

[Mood.]

I'm trying. It's not that easy.

[driving_from_the_backseat]

[I could kill you with that if I knew more, they think. The version of them that seems more real would try.]

There might be a mental health center now. I have no idea. I have spent the last several days resting.

[heartstopping]

I haven't gone out at all either.

["Resting" seems too respectful a way to put it, though. He was definitely just curled up in bed shutting out the world.]

[driving_from_the_backseat]

Do you want to?