[It's a very different kind of story and a lot of it goes over their head, but they think they understand enough of it to follow. The important parts make sense, at least. Losing a sibling from a mistake, and being forced to take over their life... trying to fix something you don't have the knowledge to understand, and just throwing yourself at the problem even when nothing ever changes...]

... Yeah, it's not that different.

I... I spent a lot of time, running through the same few hours. Dying to the same obstacle every time. I thought if I tried for long enough I'd eventually get lucky, but he was just too powerful...

And then I felt like I had to, because what else was I supposed to do? Tell everyone it was hopeless and we should give up? But that wouldn't even work because time would still reset, so I just... I kept going. Throwing myself at it, knowing it would always end the same. Trying to make their last moments a little better, more hopeful.

[They fall quiet after that, feeling the weight of their own guilt. At least a thousand loops of that, hopeless and desperate, unable to allow themselves even a moment of respite... how much longer would that have gone on, if they hadn't let themselves slip? If their friends hadn't finally noticed? How much more would they have lost of themselves?]

Sometimes... you can't do everything by yourself, even if telling the truth seems more cruel than anything. I guess that's what I learned from it all.

[But Stan probably knows that already, by the sound of it. He has a good family. People he can surely count on, no matter what.]