These places? [She mimics his words questioningly, staring at him with amazement. She actually has to sit down, and she stumbles to a nearby chair, falling into it without any grace.
Another Max, maybe. Or her from the past... from the future, even. Instinctively her hand rubs at scars- one just under her collar bone, and a small one on each of her forearms, all of them hidden under clothing. She wonders if the other Maxes have them, too.
But even with all those questions, one in particular rushes to the forefront of her mind.]
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Another Max, maybe. Or her from the past... from the future, even. Instinctively her hand rubs at scars- one just under her collar bone, and a small one on each of her forearms, all of them hidden under clothing. She wonders if the other Maxes have them, too.
But even with all those questions, one in particular rushes to the forefront of her mind.]
Was- [She looks up at him.] Was she happy?