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This, of everything, entices half the beetles down, and the other half to slide off you, and the two come together— you shield your eyes properly this time— to make a Gil who is sitting very near to you. Probably not on purpose. It's just that his beetles were right next to you. You don't say anything.
He still has the right face and clothes and everything, though one of his knees is tucked up to his chest, and he's got his forehead resting on it. He is striking a match very close to his body. You smell the cigarette before you see it, but then you see it, and Gil snaps the match in two with his thumb and forefingers and tosses it sizzling into the pool of water. The cigarette glows orange. He is sitting almost so your shoulders are touching, but he is facing straight out, and his eyes are trained out into the red sunlight. His pupils are wobbling.
You feel like you're probably going to have to say something first.
>[A1] So... uh... how is he?
>[A2] How much does he remember?
>[A3] Is he mad at you for rescuing him?
>[A4] He should know that Us basically brainwashed him, so if he's mad at you, that's why. Because he's brainwashed. But you're going to help him snap out of it, okay?
>[A5] You also rescued Pat and Horse Face. He's happy you rescued Horse Face, right? It all worked out in the end? Nothing even blew up, Gil. He should be happy nothing blew up. You did a good job.
>[A6] Does he want a drink? You kind of want a drink. This feels like a good occasion for a drink. (Maybe it'd help him talk more.)
>[A7] He wouldn't happen to have any kind of evil mind interloper at the moment, right?
>[A8] Check out Gil's strings. (Do you tell him about your eye discovery? Y/N)
>[A9] Write-in.
>[B1] (Scoot closer, as to provide moral support)
>[B2] (Scoot away, as to maintain respectful & proper distance)
>[B3] (Stay where you are)
>[C] Write-in.