[She tightens her grip, swaying as he walks. Although she has those vague, dreamlike recollections of the times she's seen him on other weird weekends like this, it still feels like a long time since she's stood on his shoulder and watched the world from up high. Because hell, the last CLEAR memory she has of it is from... that awful week spent in the void.]
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I like to think I come up with pretty good plans.