"My name's... just Avery." The words come sluggishly, the only think he can think of to say as he tries to process the fact that Teto--Héctor--Teto is dead. Has been dead. Will be dead.
He's not sure.
The fog isn't supposed to spin like this, is it? "You're saying... You're saying that R was you and that jerk was--" he swallows hard, "--was me, aren't you."
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For a long, long, agonizing moment.
"My name's... just Avery." The words come sluggishly, the only think he can think of to say as he tries to process the fact that Teto--Héctor--Teto is dead. Has been dead. Will be dead.
He's not sure.
The fog isn't supposed to spin like this, is it? "You're saying... You're saying that R was you and that jerk was--" he swallows hard, "--was me, aren't you."