[He hardly knows what to make of this. Such kind words... he hardly deserves them. For a long time he just stares at the words, reading them over and over. The best of him? The person he'll become? They're such foreign concepts to him they feel like fantasies. Yet she sounds so certain.
... wait, what? Books by Travis Tea? What... what does this have to do with anything. He shakes his head, clearly thoroughly rattled by what he was just told.]
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... wait, what? Books by Travis Tea? What... what does this have to do with anything. He shakes his head, clearly thoroughly rattled by what he was just told.]
I... who... are you?