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>Yeah, it's pretty crazy. ...is it better than it was before? I mean, at least they're acting crazy because they care, not out out of hate.
“Yeah, it’s pretty crazy.” You admit. “Is it at least better than it was before, though?”
“Yeah, of course.” She says without hesitation. “But that’s like asking if eating garbage is better than living in the dump. Yes, it’s better, but… it still sucks, you know?”
>What did I do to cheer you up when things were bad before?
“So what did I do to cheer you up when things were bad before?”
“You didn’t do anything, really. Neither of us were ever really good at this emotional stuff.” She thinks for a moment. “Generally, we’d just hang out and talk about stuff. Which did help.”
>once you hit rock bottom isn't anywhere else to go but up, i would know.
>But, um, hey. You did at least one thing right. You gave me something to hope for.
“I’m glad.” You pause. “So… At least once you've hit rock bottom, there isn’t anywhere else to go but up. Trust me.” You smile. “And, hey, look… You did at least one thing right. You gave me something to hope for.”
“…oh crap. I never even thought…” She looks at you, her face in a strange expression. “Did you have friends? I mean, in this world?”
“Huh? Uh, yeah.”
“Close friends?”
“...Not really.”
“…I basically sold your best friend for a uterus, didn’t I?” Her face still wears that odd expression. “And I’m still just thinking of myself… I’m sorry, Ikram. Really.”
>She's not an identity thief. The identity was retroactively created just for her, so she's its owner fair and square. The problem is, she doesn't have that identity's memories. So, all we need to do is come up with another wish, wish for her to have memories as if she grew up as a boy AND as a girl
“Hey, I can’t miss what I never had. Or never remembered having, anyway. Don’t worry about it.” You feel uncomfortable. “Look, about all this stuff about being an ‘identity thief’… ‘Lily’ only existed once you made the wish, right? So that’s you. It’s your identity. You just don’t remember it.”
“Yeah, I guess…” She shrugs. “It just… It feels like I’m a fraud. An impostor. This girl, she’s who I would have been, you know? If I’d always been like I’d wanted to be. No abuse, no thinking she was crazy, she just grew up normally. Happily. She’s who I should have been, and she never even existed. Meanwhile, I’m this broken thing. I can’t measure up to the ‘me’ that I always wanted to be. That’s what’s killing me.”
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