She takes the pot and does as he instructs, taking in what he had just said. Memories that weren't really his, and being created to pretend to be somebody else... It's something she can definitely relate with, and suddenly, she's sure that he'll take the confession she's planning to give well. Keeping her eyes on the pot as it slowly fills with water, she pauses for a moment.
"I don't think you're an impostor or anything like that."
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"I don't think you're an impostor or anything like that."