[Ever since she was young, she questioned her existence. She could accept that she was born artificially. She could even accept that she was a copy.
She just wasn't sure if it meant she was real and living. Even with the ghost's comforting words, she only came away with less doubts, not a clear answer.]
... Lindsey, what did you see? I told you before didn't I? I can read a lot of things with my touch, but souls aren't one of them. That's just territory I'm not able to cross like you.
My confession? I don't know that part of myself at all.
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[Ever since she was young, she questioned her existence. She could accept that she was born artificially. She could even accept that she was a copy.
She just wasn't sure if it meant she was real and living. Even with the ghost's comforting words, she only came away with less doubts, not a clear answer.]
... Lindsey, what did you see? I told you before didn't I? I can read a lot of things with my touch, but souls aren't one of them. That's just territory I'm not able to cross like you.
My confession? I don't know that part of myself at all.