Panel 1: Marie sits with Caid on her bedroom floor. Evil Marie is there too, albeit off panel at the moment.
Caid: Do you know why I'm here?
Marie: Uh...
Panel 2:
Caid: I get the feeling you do. You said you knew someone who looked like me--
Marie: You're not him.
Panel 3:
Marie: You can't be. You're a figment of my imagination. I don't know why I would imagine him lost and afraid and chained in the dark.
Panel 4:
Evil Marie: Your denial is certainly coming along nicely.
Marie: I mean, she's the one I want to stick in a dungeon.
Alt-Text: Marie needs to stop and think about the implications of her constant vendetta against her own brain.
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