[Raphael appreciates some fragment of the significance of that, to be sure- she feels the full weight of isolation; indeed, is almost drowning in it. But there's no sense of magnitude, nothing weighing down the suffocating sense that she is and has always been utterly alone.
After a moment of silence, something he said has her looking at him curiously.]
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After a moment of silence, something he said has her looking at him curiously.]
Trillions? [Surely he means hundreds.]