[ He won't quite die, not yet, if he was ever going to at all. Maybe it's just making him suffer. But the voice will pause a moment, as if considering his question. ]
You're Alice. They're not.
This is the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built...
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You're Alice. They're not.
This is the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built...