[ Clara reaches for the tin of cookies. If he isn't going to have any she will, because she needs something to fidget with while she talks. And she traded her mother's ring to help in Alem, so cookies it is. ]
The short version is that there are a bunch of different 'mes.' Some call themselves Clara, sometimes I call myself Oswin, apparently. But it's still me. Same face just a different version living a totally different life. Like alternate universe versions of me. Those bits are scattered all over time, all over space. So, if you saw me, I believe you.
[ She avoids saying she died for now, hoping they can avoid that conversation altogether. ]
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[ Clara reaches for the tin of cookies. If he isn't going to have any she will, because she needs something to fidget with while she talks. And she traded her mother's ring to help in Alem, so cookies it is. ]
The short version is that there are a bunch of different 'mes.' Some call themselves Clara, sometimes I call myself Oswin, apparently. But it's still me. Same face just a different version living a totally different life. Like alternate universe versions of me. Those bits are scattered all over time, all over space. So, if you saw me, I believe you.
[ She avoids saying she died for now, hoping they can avoid that conversation altogether. ]