I knew it didn't make any sense, but I couldn't figure out how to make it not make sense.
Fuck. Whoever did it knew what they were doing. Her hands. I had seen her hands, on Friday. And the marks in the simulation room, I knew she used a staff, and then I panicked. I should have just concentrated on the fucking truth of the matter and instead, I just made a sideshow. I wish I had taken it. I wish it had worked.
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[ Or anything remotely like that. ]
... How are you faring?
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[Eventually he sort of snaps out of his spell of standing there blankly, going for a glass.]
Did you believe it? That she did it.
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But I wish I knew who had.
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Honestly? I don't. I don't ever want to know.
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[ Primrose, you can't just assume everyone wants revenge-- ]
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No. Mine.
[Hah.]
I know it seemed so obvious - obvious even I thought, for a second-- fuck.
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[ ... ]
That was... what was intended. And we were all fooled. In the end, you still chose to believe in her.
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Fuck. Whoever did it knew what they were doing. Her hands. I had seen her hands, on Friday. And the marks in the simulation room, I knew she used a staff, and then I panicked. I should have just concentrated on the fucking truth of the matter and instead, I just made a sideshow. I wish I had taken it. I wish it had worked.
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[ Rather, more importantly, as she looks him over, having just let him get all of that out of his system... ]
May I hold your hand for a moment?
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[He does seem to have gotten it all out of his system for the moment, just. Sinking into himself a bit. But he'll offer the hand without resistence.]
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That would not have been an outcome anyone would have been satisfied with, either.
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It might have been better than this.
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For now, Molly, all that I can ask of you is to keep walking. You needn't answer my request... but at the very least, please consider it.
[ With his bruised knuckles, that Pride mark, so much more. ]