Room 218, Thursday Afternoon, Lunchtime
Karla...really needed to stop having emotional conversations the day of a performance. And also really needed a nap. But she and Dinah had agreed that it was time to actually tell Leto what happened in the other world. Assuming he even wanted to know. Karla was self-aware enough to admit that part of her wanted to confess to Leto not because she thought he would want to know, but because she needed to get it off her chest.
Talking to Ender for any length of time might be good for the soul, but was pretty lousy for the self-esteem. There was a reason most people didn't want to know themselves completely. It got ugly in there. "Dear Leto," she said aloud, speaking in a falsely sweet tone, "Let me tell you this horrible thing, so I can feel better. But, really, it's for your own good."
"Mother Night," she groaned, throwing herself on the bed and covering her eyes with her arm. "I'm a mess."
Still, she hoped that this meeting would be a little less intense than the past few days had been. Which was really a laugh, when you were hoping that confessing to someone you'd killed another, evil version of themselves would be the least emotional part of your week.
[For two, please!]
Talking to Ender for any length of time might be good for the soul, but was pretty lousy for the self-esteem. There was a reason most people didn't want to know themselves completely. It got ugly in there. "Dear Leto," she said aloud, speaking in a falsely sweet tone, "Let me tell you this horrible thing, so I can feel better. But, really, it's for your own good."
"Mother Night," she groaned, throwing herself on the bed and covering her eyes with her arm. "I'm a mess."
Still, she hoped that this meeting would be a little less intense than the past few days had been. Which was really a laugh, when you were hoping that confessing to someone you'd killed another, evil version of themselves would be the least emotional part of your week.
[For two, please!]