[Fiona thinks about it, because it's nice to think about something that isn't death and dying and sadness. She's fond of Wilson, she has one really good, strong memory of him from before she died. Yes, it's bizarre, he's in a dress and they're surrounded by dismembered snowmen, but what about her life isn't bizarre anymore? It's the details, smaller and finer than location and timing, that truly matter. Details like-]
You're not cruel. He's not either. [Cruel people don't say they're cruel.] You're just... kinda... different. [She laughs, thinking of Corvo's metal mask, his willingness to slow-dance with a stranger... it's her home, now. Not in this rover, but with these people. She's glad she came back to check up on them. She should have stayed alive longer to make sure they were okay.]
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You're not cruel. He's not either. [Cruel people don't say they're cruel.] You're just... kinda... different. [She laughs, thinking of Corvo's metal mask, his willingness to slow-dance with a stranger... it's her home, now. Not in this rover, but with these people. She's glad she came back to check up on them. She should have stayed alive longer to make sure they were okay.]