Everything was pointing at her. It made sense to think maybe someone or something had messed with her head. Especially with everything weird that happened that night, and the skull... and... ugh.
[ she's preaching to the choir and is not much helping, so she just. shakes her head ]
Someone knew what they were doing. Knew what she was like, enough so that we would all just assume-- Fuck. I assumed too. I fucking hate myself it. For a moment, I thought. I don't know. I don't know what I thought.
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[Though it seems no one was really . . . paying much attention.]
. . . I didn't know what was going on, but some part of me thought-- I don't know what I thought. She had been manipulated or controlled or. Fuck.
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[ she's preaching to the choir and is not much helping, so she just. shakes her head ]
I don't get any of this.
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[He doesn't mind a little preaching, it's fine.]
Someone knew what they were doing. Knew what she was like, enough so that we would all just assume-- Fuck. I assumed too. I fucking hate myself it. For a moment, I thought. I don't know. I don't know what I thought.
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[ she rests her hand on his arm lightly for comfort? again, big emotions are hard! it is quite terrible, actually. ]