[Hm. Okay, this is weird. There's this moment where Clear feels like the world is compressing and expanding in front of her, a long tunnel changing in length. The heat of the air around them presses in against her cheeks specifically, in a way that almost hurts.]
[She closes her eyes, frowns, concentrating. No, that's—]
I don't have anything. Nothing would have made it through anyway. [And blink. Eyes open, perplexed.] So it's all yours, yeah. You won't . . . yeah.
[Won't find anything of hers. Because there isn't anything of hers. Because she doesn't have anything.]
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[Hm. Okay, this is weird. There's this moment where Clear feels like the world is compressing and expanding in front of her, a long tunnel changing in length. The heat of the air around them presses in against her cheeks specifically, in a way that almost hurts.]
[She closes her eyes, frowns, concentrating. No, that's—]
I don't have anything. Nothing would have made it through anyway. [And blink. Eyes open, perplexed.] So it's all yours, yeah. You won't . . . yeah.
[Won't find anything of hers. Because there isn't anything of hers. Because she doesn't have anything.]
[That's . . . what?]