[Billy bites his lip, eyes widening in slight surprise. He doesn't know what just happened; it'd never done that for him.]
It can't. It's not her. She's... not real.
[Solemnly, he presses the edge of the dagger to his forearm, between his armored glove and his elbow, and gives himself a shallow cut, hoping it's enough, hoping that it works.]
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It can't. It's not her. She's... not real.
[Solemnly, he presses the edge of the dagger to his forearm, between his armored glove and his elbow, and gives himself a shallow cut, hoping it's enough, hoping that it works.]
But I am. I... I'm so sorry.