[Sayo sips from the glass of water. That they don't actually have in their hands yet. They blink, shake their head, actually pick up the water- wait, no, that was just them envisioning the steps needed to hydrate themself.

Take three gets Sayo there, at least.]

It's as if... there's a line of yous behind you, stretching infinitely toward the horizon, but the horizon doesn't exist because I see it in two dimensions.

[Sayo pauses.]

I am never going to get high again if it means that I get even more insufferable than usual. My god.

[Concentrating intensely, Sayo takes another sip in reality.]

The... closest? one looks smarmy. I feel like I should be giving that "you" a snappy comeback but I don't know why so I'm vaguely dissatisfied.