[The repetition is almost bitter. Angry. But in a strangely quiet, sedated way. Like something brewing inside, a storm waiting to unleash its lightning.]
The sister who's put you through so much since the day she was born.
[She can't forget those words. The feeling of the ground against her back as she was pulled down. Thrown, in a way. And that it was him who'd done it. Who'd confirmed that, from day one, he'd been against her. That, like their mother, he'd not really wanted her around.
Destroying everything she was. From the very beginning.
She'd had enemies since that very day.]
This conversation is over.
[And... there goes the locket.
...And the ceramic jug on her nightstand that the imps keep filled with water to wash her hair. It smashes against the wall, and the sound helps only for a moment.]
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Aug 20th, late afternoon : voice
[The repetition is almost bitter. Angry. But in a strangely quiet, sedated way. Like something brewing inside, a storm waiting to unleash its lightning.]
The sister who's put you through so much since the day she was born.
[She can't forget those words. The feeling of the ground against her back as she was pulled down. Thrown, in a way. And that it was him who'd done it. Who'd confirmed that, from day one, he'd been against her. That, like their mother, he'd not really wanted her around.
Destroying everything she was. From the very beginning.
She'd had enemies since that very day.]
This conversation is over.
[And... there goes the locket.
...And the ceramic jug on her nightstand that the imps keep filled with water to wash her hair. It smashes against the wall, and the sound helps only for a moment.]