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[Similarly, being caught up in the company of another goes some way towards grounding Giovanni back into himself, forcing him to go on wearing the mask and playing the game, prevents things from crumbling in him, from fracturing and flying apart, the pieces too scattered to be put back together again. It's felt a little like that, in truth, ever since awakening. All of this difference, too big and strange and alien for him to make any sense of even outside of the fact that his 'family' may or may not have been swallowed up by the storm. The confusion of not knowing which would be preferable.

But the word 'family' both inside his head and echoed in the stranger's words-- it has him laughing soft and low, eyes turning away from the person walking beside him now and back towards the eerie illumination of the status pods. The quiet, cold faces visible within.]

Family. Hahah. Something like that.