Panel 1: In
Iz's bedroom, future Rose is sitting on the bed, her arm in a sling. Iz
approaches, holding a plate with a sandwich on it. Future Rose is
dressed in the same clothes as before, but Iz is wearing a fresh shirt,
so at least one day has passed.
Iz: I brought you--
Future Rose: Stop.
Panel 2:
Future Rose: I'm well enough to jump now. I don't want anything more from you.
Panel 3: She looks away from him.
Future Rose: Thank you for...
Future Rose: I...I can't. I can't thank you. I know you're not...yet...but I can't.
Panel 4: Future Rose has vanished. Maggie pokes her head into the scene.
Iz: I'm beginning to figure out what it feels like to hate everything.
Maggie: Kinda tingly?
Alt-Text: Nah...sorta fizzy.
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