[Eight is sitting at the table, fingers gripping a mug of tea tightly. The hallucinations haven't been physically dangerous for him, but being repeatedly plunged into a walking nightmare of being so utterly alone has left his nerves a bit raw.
He looks up when Four enters the house and stands, leaving the tea at the kitchen table. The look on his younger self's face makes his insides go cold.]
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He looks up when Four enters the house and stands, leaving the tea at the kitchen table. The look on his younger self's face makes his insides go cold.]
What's happened?