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Library, Monday, 6/26
Tyler yawned as he opened the library; he had slept even less than usual the night before. He gripped his coffee tightly as he settled in behind the desk.
The library was open.
[OOC: New job = I'm here until about 1:30 EST and will pick up any tags after 10. Also, Bob is a ghost only Tyler can see; that thread is locked and Bob's presence is NFB unless the pirate can see ghosts.]
The library was open.
[OOC: New job = I'm here until about 1:30 EST and will pick up any tags after 10. Also, Bob is a ghost only Tyler can see; that thread is locked and Bob's presence is NFB unless the pirate can see ghosts.]

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"I don't know either," Tyler admitted. "I wasn't thinking straight. I should have taken on that mission myself, if we were going to do it."
"How are you here?"
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Tyler stood up and paced the library. "People in my world, they stay dead. DOn't they?"
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Then he went back to the pacing, motions becoming more frantic.
"This isn't real, this isn't real. Dr. Pevensie cut back on my meds. You're a hallucination. Like Tyler."
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He sat down across from Bob again and tried to put the whole thing a way the man would understand. "Tyler was someone I made up," he said carefully. "He's a part of me, but he's not really me."
"I never wanted anyone to get hurt."
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His eyes were getting very red. "I don't think there's anything I can do, is there."
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"I'm just- " His throat was dry, and he forced himself to ignore the voice.
"I'm no one. A kid with problems. And I dragged other people in. I don't know how to apologize to you. I can't."
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"I took away your life," he said, because whatever else Project Mayhem had been, good or bad, there was no question about that. "Is that better?"
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He buried his head in his folded arms. "You died because you believed in it. Because I made people believe in it."
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"No. With me, you're nothing. You're rotting bones that are somehow talkng to me and why did I let the shrink cut back on my meds?"
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