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huh.

kaz looks at his hands. touches his face.]

Wow. Was that a simulation inside of a simulation? If that wasn't real—if Helena wasn't—are we? Can we trust what our eyes saw? Are eyes even real? How could we have seen any of this, if they aren't?

[kaz rubs his head, shaking it slowly—then shrugs.]

Eh.

Anyway. Presents!

[and he. trots off to the gifts without a care in the world, holding estelle's out to her when he eventually gets there.]

Merry Christmas, Estelle! [and a happy psychological nightmare!]