Connie rolls her eyes. "For being the aggregate of what I assume are an infinite number of Dirk Striders, all of whom I can only guess take great pleasure in showing off how insufferably smart they are, you can be real dense sometimes." Look, if Connie isn't ribbing Dirk at every opportunity, are they really friend again? She thinks not.

"It's not fine, Dirk. It's really fucked up. But what happened is just as much my fault as it is yours, and I say 'yours' only because it's technically true that your 'data points' are all a different part of you. If I stopped being friends with everybody that I screwed up with or the other way around, well, I would've had even less friends back home."