[Caught up in analyzing this new corroborative information, Miles grunts in agreement, explaining himself without thinking about it.] A bit. Not everything. I got through as much as I could this morning. Then I... had an overload. I'm over it now.
[Sure. He just had to lie down on his floor and stare at the ceiling, unmoving, for a couple hours. He's totally fine and not having an existentialist crisis at all. Or another identity crisis. Or feeling bereft of all of his ties of loyalty--
He's completely fine, which you can tell by how he doesn't meet her eyes and keeps walking determinedly. God forbid anyone try to question him on his mental state.]
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[Sure. He just had to lie down on his floor and stare at the ceiling, unmoving, for a couple hours. He's totally fine and not having an existentialist crisis at all. Or another identity crisis. Or feeling bereft of all of his ties of loyalty--
He's completely fine, which you can tell by how he doesn't meet her eyes and keeps walking determinedly. God forbid anyone try to question him on his mental state.]