The words slipped out before she could think -- really, rationally think -- about the boy standing in front of her. It shouldn't be him. It couldn't be him. But after all that time at Mihoshi, and on Gallia-4, and even stranded on the other side of an explosion, she knew that face.
And she knew that Michael Blanc should have been dead.
"This is a joke, right?" she said shakily. "It isn't funny...!"
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The words slipped out before she could think -- really, rationally think -- about the boy standing in front of her. It shouldn't be him. It couldn't be him. But after all that time at Mihoshi, and on Gallia-4, and even stranded on the other side of an explosion, she knew that face.
And she knew that Michael Blanc should have been dead.
"This is a joke, right?" she said shakily. "It isn't funny...!"