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 <p>Vos took another half-step back. &ldquo;Wait, <em>thousands?</em>&ldquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;It is proving difficult to keep up with the feeds,&rdquo; she said, speaking slowly. Perhaps still receiving updates? &ldquo;One of me is just reading the feeds and marking a tally every time a missing instance is mentioned.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;Thousands, Jesus,&rdquo; Hanne whispered. &ldquo;I should check in on (TODO). And probably&ndash;&ldquo;</p>
-<p>She jumped as Pierre sagged briefly against Vos, then either quit or left the sim. &ldquo;He&hellip;I mean&hellip;&rdquo; Vos began, shook her head, and then followed suit</p>
+<p>She jumped as Pierre sagged briefly against Vos, then either quit or left the sim. &ldquo;He&hellip;I mean&hellip;&rdquo; Vos began, shook her head, and then followed suit.</p>
+<p><em>Do you two need anything?</em> Reed sent to Vos. <em>Or just space and quiet?</em></p>
+<p><em>The latter,</em> she replied after a few long seconds. The sensorium message was so clearly sent between sobs that Reed had to swallow down a similar sensation rising in his throat.</p>
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