Honestly, every time I say the wrong thing or do the wrong thing, I worry Moffy is gonna think I’ve been body-snatched and a Variant Luna has entered his universe. Or maybe that’s my fear talking. Because I’m fucking terrified that everyone will look at me and think I’m not me. And they’ll mourn the Original Luna that was put to rest when she hit her head. They’ll wish for her. Long for her. Instead they get this subpar, mediocre copy.
