[ He doesn't say anything about Molly being dead or that he feels responsible for it, listened to the murder happen through a fugue of drugs in a shady cart not metres away. He just chins a hand and stares at the fire, oddly soothed by having any ghostly version of Molly hopping mad at him. It's almost nostalgic. ]
I've missed you.
[ He can't even bring himself to hate the illusion of Molly for tricking him into having real emotions. ]
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I've missed you.
[ He can't even bring himself to hate the illusion of Molly for tricking him into having real emotions. ]
I forgot how prickly you were.