[Dot is sitting in the grass at the edge of one of the little ponds, legs crossed at the ankle, knees bent up close to her chest. Her hair is a mess and she is methodically ripping up the grass.
Her expression is already dark and she turns to sneer at the vine as it slithers towards her.]
Well, hello to all our very fucking special little snowflakes. Fuckin' pity you all made it out of the labyrinth with your lungs unpunctured.
[She pulls up another handful of grass, looking away from the mirror to rest her chin on her knee, grumbling,]
Didn't want to go back anyway.
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