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James burst into laughter, quickly joined by Diana.
They struggled for several minutes before he would feel a gentle hand on his jaw, lifting his face up. "I get it," Eden said, breathless,...
"Well, what makes something 'real' anyway?"
"Pancakes? Waffles?"
James moved over to grab Francis' tongue.
"Everything will burn, Sam. Everything." The fire around him started to pick up, crawling across the landscape.
"You'll busy yourself with those sorts of thoughts for a while."
"What would you like?"
Diana pouted. "I'm not loud!"
"Tell me I'm wrong, then."
"You can't have both. I'll make sure everything burns. Everything."
"What about Mo? And Dali? Are they real?"
He stood up, yawning tiredly.
"Really? She's so... quiet."
"Yeah, or... I don't know. Melancholy."
Eden whimpered, her eyes full of tears. "I... I'll be back, okay? I... I promise. Just hold on, okay?" She took to the air and began shepherding...
He laughed, sounding almost surprised. "So it's practically perfect."
"Love you too. Let's make food."
"Is the new baby going to stay here forever, Dad?"
"I don't know. You always seem pretty sad."
