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Monnie is very pregnant now, thanks to goddess powers speeding up the pregnangy. She's also skin and bones, but now there's an IV tube in her arm, giving her the nutrients that she won't- or can't- give herself.
She looks around, momentarily puzzled as to how she got here again, but seems to give up trying to figure it out mentally and instead manages to get to a comfortable chair. She's clearly very weak.
"Who do you trust?" she asks, her voice low, more an apathetic murmur than anything else.
She looks around, momentarily puzzled as to how she got here again, but seems to give up trying to figure it out mentally and instead manages to get to a comfortable chair. She's clearly very weak.
"Who do you trust?" she asks, her voice low, more an apathetic murmur than anything else.