"Explain what you are, now. You spoke—spoke with my voice, called my dad 'dad', and while the others sensed you, they can't see you. But I can see you clearly. What are you doing in my head?"
<p style="font-family: Copperplate; color: red; font-weight: bold, italic; font-size: 16px;"><<I'm not in <i>your</i> head, I'm in mine. I'm not separate, I AM you. I only just woke up, though; I've been asleep, or rather, dreaming, our entire life.>></p>"You don't sound like me, you're too masculine. Do you take me for a fool?"
<p style="font-family: Copperplate; color: red; font-weight: bold, italic; font-size: 16px;"><<We're a little dense sometimes, but we're not stupid, no. No, I'm not <i>you</i> exactly, I'm like...your conscience.>></p>"...Really? That's your best attempt? Maybe you are me."
<p style="font-family: Copperplate; color: red; font-weight: bold, italic; font-size: 16px;"><<Hold on, you're right, wrong word. I'm not used to having a proper voice. I'm your <i>sub-conscience</i>.>></p>"Even if that were believable, why wake up now? Why have I never heard of something like this happening before?"
<p style="font-family: Copperplate; color: red; font-weight: bold, italic; font-size: 16px;"><<I dunno, I just got here. Well, your head got rattled by that explosion, that was enough to wake me up, but that was no ordinary explosion, so it's probably not super common around here. As for why you haven't heard of this happening before, maybe the more important question is why haven't you heard the story of our people's origin before? Why'd they stop you from listening to Lilian at the bar? You know there's something bigger going on, here, that the adults don't want to talk about; you started our little newspaper for a reason. Open your bag; check your notes.>></p>