It's a weird thing to make conversation of, isn't it?

Hi, I'm Teresa. In my world there was a giant lethal Maze built as a test for kids who were immune to a virus that was killing the planet. It was meant to map out their brains, which was considered the "killzone" of the virus. I helped build that Maze. I then had my memory Swiped so I could take part in the test. [ a breath! ] Even after we solved the Maze, we kept being tested after that, in worse ways. In the end I got my memories back, and realized everything I believed in since I was a kid was complete klunk, so I helped bring down the organization responsible for all of it. Ironically enough, our only means of escape was through a flat trans that was located in the same Maze from the start. I almost made it out, but the Maze started to collapse around us, and I was crushed under the weight of one of the falling walls.

It didn't even hurt, it just- happened. I saw it falling, and I pushed him out of the way.

Waking up after was worse than actually being killed.

[ eh ok so maybe she did want to talk about it. some part of her did. ]