[At first Kizuna shrinks in on herself and hopes that the stranger, having gotten up, will simply leave. For him to come back is another intimidation. But she does focus her eyes on the picture.]
What... What could this be?
[It's - strange to her and tears at her heart in weird ways. That she'd allow herself to be photographed in the wheelchair, that the man didn't think it would mar the image either. This is enough to make her focus on the more obvious questions of how this could even be possible.]
I do not... remember... Is this what they call a "deep fake"...
[She faces the man, still horrified but perhaps empathizing with him.]
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What... What could this be?
[It's - strange to her and tears at her heart in weird ways. That she'd allow herself to be photographed in the wheelchair, that the man didn't think it would mar the image either. This is enough to make her focus on the more obvious questions of how this could even be possible.]
I do not... remember... Is this what they call a "deep fake"...
[She faces the man, still horrified but perhaps empathizing with him.]
Then we have been taken together?!!!