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Nobody gave me pamplets or the keys to an apartment the last time I was told I wasn't real. Maybe my world could take some tips from this one.

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And at a time like this...I can't believe it. Am I supposed to think that none of that meant anything?

I'm real. I don't care what anybody else thinks about it.

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You're in my apartment.

And

Your hair is pink?

I'm your new roommate. Hi.

(Yes, it's pink.)

Well, I

... I never had a roommate before.

I promise not to bite?

Is your hair naturally pink?

Yes, it is.

How?

...it's a little complicated.

Oh.

All right.

Not since Neil. So you're my first here.

They don't know if you're really real or not.

I decided a while ago that whether I think I'm real matters more than what anybody else decides to tell me.

Maybe you're the first person that gets it, then.

Maybe I've just got more experience with it being called into question than everybody else here.

Maybe. Everyone seems to take it at face value. They tell you something, so it has to be true. That en't the way I see it at all. Most of the time they don't know anything at all.

You're a smart girl, then.

There wasn't much you could trust where I came from.

People say that, yeah. You're pretty smart too if you've already figured it out.

Me neither. There was only one other person I could trust, and he en't here.

I could trust my comrades. But I doubt any of them are here.

My name is Argilla, what's yours?

Someone knows how you feel, at least.

When I was in the North, they called me Lyra Silvertongue. That's the name that I go by. It's a pleasure, Argilla. That's a nice name.

I think someone who understands is one of the best things you can ask for.

It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Lyra.

That's the story they told me too.

They seem to be big on lectures here.

Yeah...it's not really anything I wanted to hear, though.

I'd have to agree.

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