[ There's a pause, because of course Gorgug is going to imagine it, since Fabian asked. ]

That would be a lot. I don't think she'd have a good time--all of hers.

[ It's said sympathetically, and not cruelly. Kristen always has a lot going on, and she gets caught up in her own head, and a Kristen running a world would need some help from friends, Gorgug thinks. But then, even as he thinks that, he does think to himself too that he believes in her--she always gets there in the end.

He doesn't voice it, instead, positively: ]

You're real too. I always think it doesn't matter what I am, anyway. Just that I try my best. It helps me.

[ And that's a thought he's had plenty of times, has had it come down to, to settle the doubts that used to be louder in him after dying the way he did.

Whatever this life is, whether it is life or not: it's all he has. ]

And having you all, [ he adds. Because he wants to, and it's a pleasant thought. Existence. Semi-or-dead-or-otherwise. ]