Inheritance

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[action, Makeout Point]
[She stands alone at the highest point of the peak, where the rock face descends into a sheer, steep cliff.  Her gaze is drawn downwards, towards a sight that only she can see.  Down into the tragedy of her past and the wreckage that had changed her life forever.]

Alright.  I'll humor you.  What do you want me to say?  That

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[deaths_heritor]

[Susan, somehow, seems to be carrying on a different conversation.]

As if I could be upset by this. If you know what happened to them, you know what happened to me afterwards, too.

[deaths_heritor]

[The expression on her face goes from contemptuously calm to something of irritation.]

That's all you have to say? Did you want me to describe the obvious?

[deaths_heritor]

Of course you're not.

He's dead. How could you be him?

[Her voice quiets somewhat, which, in Susan, is more of a sign of danger than anything.]

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[Her words, this time, don't seem to correlate with anything Nina said. But they answer the question nonetheless.]

Worthless?

...Who's more worthless? The father who died before he could raise his daughter or the daughter who managed to grow up on her own? ...Not that he would ever say anything like that in the first place. Good effort, though.