[Can't be the Country. Can it? He knows the look of the Country, what that felt like, being there. This...this isn't it.]
[If all this is even real.]
[Auden looks at his hands, the cloth wraps around his knuckles, and flexes the fingers in and out. He won't pretend he hasn't had issues syncing his reality with this one. It's distracting.]
You mean the fact that nothing here is behaving the way it should?
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[If all this is even real.]
[Auden looks at his hands, the cloth wraps around his knuckles, and flexes the fingers in and out. He won't pretend he hasn't had issues syncing his reality with this one. It's distracting.]
You mean the fact that nothing here is behaving the way it should?