I told you, don't call me that, I hate it, I hate what I used to be, what I still-- [She's able to cut herself off; she's realized that yeah, this thing, it has her too. But what she focuses on is his face.
Her hand's still at is forehead, brushing at it gently.]
...Can you understand what's going on? [She says it. Slow. Careful. Trying to control what she's saying.]
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Her hand's still at is forehead, brushing at it gently.]
...Can you understand what's going on? [She says it. Slow. Careful. Trying to control what she's saying.]