[Thankfully, the fog is long gone and while Heather's not in the clearest of mental states right now, she's not delirious. So she shuts up, though she's still wheezing heavily and biting her lip.]
.... Sorry... I'm sorry, Hal, I just...
[She pauses again, then speaks up once more, her voice cracking.]
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.... Sorry... I'm sorry, Hal, I just...
[She pauses again, then speaks up once more, her voice cracking.]
... s-so none of that was real?