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    "Can you tell me more about the circus?"

    Christine hesitated. Nobody had believed in the existence of the circus so far. She had talked about it briefly the start of her therapy journey but stopped as soon as she realised the therapist very obviously thought she was crazy.

    "I don't know what to say, really." Christine shrugged.

    "Anything you want, Christine. This is a safe space." Christine didn't feel really safe.

    What did the therapist want her to say? That she still had nightmares about abstracting? Losing her mind and being sent away in a dark hole full of nothing but glowing colourful eyes, just like Kaufmo before her? That she couldn't fall asleep at night because there was a chance she could wake up there again? That she could still see her cartoon jester face in the mirror after a particularly stressful day? That despite everything that had happened she still couldn't be mad at Caine for what he did to her because he was just a bunch of codes and pixels?

    She didn't want to say any of those things. She knew Dr. Wilson wouldn't understand. Nobody could. Nobody except...well...but that didn't matter. They weren't here.

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