"Tether makes sense. It makes a lot of sense. This place feels... Like I should be here." She could verbalize it but not in a way that she would really like to.
"I wonder if this is kind of a constructed universe, or a corridor which bridges things together. A vortex that we live in..." She brushed a hand over a wall which felt real enough. Or-" She snapped her fingers. "A pocket dimension. And if it disappears, we're out into the void..."
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"I wonder if this is kind of a constructed universe, or a corridor which bridges things together. A vortex that we live in..." She brushed a hand over a wall which felt real enough. Or-" She snapped her fingers. "A pocket dimension. And if it disappears, we're out into the void..."
She watches Eight.
"Does that worry you?"