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Sometimes I stop and realize that I've spent my whole life taking care of a spaceship powered by a tree. It's so surreal. It's normal, but when you step out of your own mind it definitely feels like a weird dream. I try to think of him as a little brother, but at the end of the day...he's really some kind of monster, isn't he? A friendly monster, at the very least. I do care about him.
She's quiet, but she doesn't take my nonsense any more than anyone else does. Her intelligence is wasted here with me. Sometimes she'll start talking and I have NO idea what she's on about, but it'll sound like sad, weird poetry.