[He tries to compose himself, tries to find his center, but it feels like that's been blown to pieces. He can't yet make sense of this, dreads what he may find if he does, but he can't let it be either.
Small steps. He needed to make small steps.
First things first...]
...You're alive. You're alive, and this isn't a dream.
[The way he says it sounds something like relief before something that's not quite a laugh and not quite a sob, some dreadful, incredulous sound escapes him.]
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Small steps. He needed to make small steps.
First things first...]
...You're alive. You're alive, and this isn't a dream.
[The way he says it sounds something like relief before something that's not quite a laugh and not quite a sob, some dreadful, incredulous sound escapes him.]
I've missed you.