[He isn't in danger of tearing any more of himself, but with his hands lowered he can see the neon pink blood marring one of them. It and Varian's questions makes his grass twitch again.]
He... said something was inside me.
[He shakes his head again, sounding frantic and unsure.]
I have no idea what he's talking about. There isn't.
[Except there are all those times - including right now - where he's thought and felt and done things when it didn't feel like he was the one thinking and feeling and doing them.
But Jon can't be right. He's just... him. Fern. A total mess of a person. Not - not something else.]
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He... said something was inside me.
[He shakes his head again, sounding frantic and unsure.]
I have no idea what he's talking about. There isn't.
[Except there are all those times - including right now - where he's thought and felt and done things when it didn't feel like he was the one thinking and feeling and doing them.
But Jon can't be right. He's just... him. Fern. A total mess of a person. Not - not something else.]