[He feels bad that he keeps misinterpreting his alternate self, but there were so many meanings that could be put to one sentence. He doesn't mind that the other is crying all over him though. It's just the way they are.]
I want to go home too. But we can't. Not until we find a way to overthrow them.
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I want to go home too. But we can't. Not until we find a way to overthrow them.