[Hannah's words stop her, though Sam isn't letting go of her hand. It's that connection between them, the surety that they won't be separated again. Sam still expects to wake up, to find this all a cruel dream, and to have to go about her life in Ryslig knowing Hannah would never be more than that: a figment of a mind who wanted to have her back so badly. If it's true, if this is nothing more than a tired mind, it's cruel. Sam's accepted her loss, she's tried to move on. Having this be fake would hamper that so much.]
You...don't know? Hannah, how much do you remember? [It wasn't her fault, none of it. What else was Hannah supposed to do when trapped in the mines? It had been a horrible, horrible situation, and she had been forced to make that difficult decision. As someone who can't even bring herself to eat animal products, there's no way Sam can imagine having to eat her own sister.
The thing, the Wendigo, she had become after hadn't been her fault either. This Hannah wasn't that Hannah.]
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You...don't know? Hannah, how much do you remember? [It wasn't her fault, none of it. What else was Hannah supposed to do when trapped in the mines? It had been a horrible, horrible situation, and she had been forced to make that difficult decision. As someone who can't even bring herself to eat animal products, there's no way Sam can imagine having to eat her own sister.
The thing, the Wendigo, she had become after hadn't been her fault either. This Hannah wasn't that Hannah.]