<div style="text-align: justify;">"I don't know if she does have a death wish. I don't know... <span style="font-style: italic">anything</span>. And that's what scares me. I don't know what she is capable of. God, what if she kills someone? Or does something terrible, or... or just walks in front of a bus? I don't know."<br/><br/>It was clear that Mari was terribly distressed. While the other one had been hurting only herself, Mari had been dealing with it. But now, things were getting worse. So bad that Mari feared she would one day come to her senses in a prison cell, or worse. It was too scary to deal with. <br/><br/>Yet, Mari listened to Dumas, keeping quiet until he finished presenting his concerns. When he stopped in the middle of a sentence, Mari knew what he meant. <span style="font-style: italic">The real thing</span>. The original one. And maybe she was. But that didn't make it right for her to be around doing terrible things to people. Not when she had another half who would eventually be destroyed by her actions. "I may be", Mari conceded with a deep sigh. "But... at the same time... I<span style="font-style: italic"> am</span> real. I get up every morning, I move, I work, I talk to people, I love..." At these words, Mari's gaze went up to look Dumas in the eyes.<br/><br/>"Look, honey... I have lost my past already. I have come to terms with that. Do I like it? No, I don't. But... I can live with that. And maybe we can find out about it. There must be a record somewhere. I'm sure we can find it, if we know where to look. But I can't live like that. I can't... just... keep losing half my days, and never knowing what I have been up to."<br/><br/>Mari looked up at Dumas and gave him a sad smile. "Before, there was only myself to consider. Now, there's <span style="font-style: italic">you</span>. And you deserve the best of me."</div>