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[arachnologist]

... okay, this is -- not okay. At all. This is -- you can't take me away from my dad's funeral and tell me I'm not -- not real, what is....

This is insane. This is the--

No. I'm not okay with this and I don't want to stay here. Do you understand that I have-- places to be? My family --

... no, okay. Fine. I can deal with this. If I have to, I will. So. [ DEEP BREATH. ] My name is Gwen. Gwen Stacy. If we're all -- fictional, I can only assume it's possible that people I know have been brought here too and told the same thing. So, iiiiif my name is familiar to you? Now's the time to say so. Otherwise?

[ DEEPER BREATH. ]

I'm. Going to go sit down. Somewhere. If anyone needs me, I'll just be. Yeah. So. Thanks.

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[arachnologist]

[ Gives her head a minute shake -- please don't call me on that right now. ]

I -- god, neither of these subjects works for me right now. Me? I. You probably get it? I guess? Since you're me? Wow.

[symbioteclone]

Yeah. I get it. Text me if you need anything, okay? It will get better. It will always hurt, but you'll be able to move forward again, I promise.

[arachnologist]

... thank you. It -- helps to hear that. It's easier to swallow when I'm hearing it from myself.

PS. How is it even possible that your version is so much nerdier?

[symbioteclone]

Oh my god. I know! He's so embarrassing! Honestly I don't know how he even functioned until I came along.