[Which...isn't that so much worse than simply losing them? To make the conscious choice to let go.]
How big did the munchkins get? How...old, I guess, were they? Seeing as time obviously got a little funky in there. What were they like?
[The kind of things he wants to know when he asks to know about them. It's clear that people have told her to her face that they weren't real, or that she dreamed them up, or that being illusions made them somehow less to someone who altered reality with the power of her own grief. And he can't say shit for shit about what counts as real when it comes to magic making things so. But he can see a mother's love.]
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[Which...isn't that so much worse than simply losing them? To make the conscious choice to let go.]
How big did the munchkins get? How...old, I guess, were they? Seeing as time obviously got a little funky in there. What were they like?
[The kind of things he wants to know when he asks to know about them. It's clear that people have told her to her face that they weren't real, or that she dreamed them up, or that being illusions made them somehow less to someone who altered reality with the power of her own grief. And he can't say shit for shit about what counts as real when it comes to magic making things so. But he can see a mother's love.]