"Yes." She looks at him oddly. "I live in his building. Or - I did." Again, her voice falters as a faint frown darkens the space between her eyebrows. "Before this, before any of it happened."
Except that, rather alarmingly, Mako is now having difficulty pinpointing when any of this happened. She remembers her life in a sequence of scattered, linear events, even clearer to her, who only recently relived many of them deeply and vibrantly and intensely through the nature of the Drift, but she cannot draw a direct line between arriving in Manhattan and when the city itself crumbled into a state of socioeconomic, zombie-fueled decay.
"When did this happen?" she asks, her voice small.
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Except that, rather alarmingly, Mako is now having difficulty pinpointing when any of this happened. She remembers her life in a sequence of scattered, linear events, even clearer to her, who only recently relived many of them deeply and vibrantly and intensely through the nature of the Drift, but she cannot draw a direct line between arriving in Manhattan and when the city itself crumbled into a state of socioeconomic, zombie-fueled decay.
"When did this happen?" she asks, her voice small.