He thought so too, seeing as I don't think he ever slept there. But... if it was meant to be a room designed with him in mind, why would it be something he hated?
Maybe he hated himself. Or maybe it was the other self. When I - [she makes a complicated face, a frown, slightly unsettled.] when I damaged his brain, someone else came out.
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[says the girl whose room is full of skeletons.]
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He thought so too, seeing as I don't think he ever slept there. But... if it was meant to be a room designed with him in mind, why would it be something he hated?
[ complicated boy. ]
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Someone else...?
...
I wonder if he knew about them.
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I think I'd be afraid too if there was someone in my head I couldn't control. Maybe he was who they tapped in to for the room reflection.