[Nano's sitting at the kitchen table, utterly unable to hide the fear and panic on her face. She has one fist balled up and resting in her lap, as her other arm hangs at her side. It's a few moments before she can even respond, eyes closed tightly as she steels herself for the conversation ahead.]
It's actually not a television that's broken. I'm sorry, I misled you.
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It's actually not a television that's broken. I'm sorry, I misled you.