[Once he is sure the thing is dead, Richie looks to the girl in fascination. He isn't sure what happened, but he wants to know more. Reaching down he touches the tip of her blade that points toward him. These days can't be too sure of his mind.
Sure enough the blade is a welcome sharpness and he breathes deeply at the cut to his index finger.]
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Sure enough the blade is a welcome sharpness and he breathes deeply at the cut to his index finger.]
You're real.
[Which means the fire stuff must be too.]