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[When the camera comes on, typical of Mei, there is only a large, white, round face right up against it, a tiny paw reaching out to scratch at the device in front of it.
Finally, Xiao-Mei pulls back and looks over when a sniffle sounds. In the dark of the room, Mei's form sticks out on the bed she's been using since she first arrived, all thanks to Spirit and Scar. She doesn't even seem to realize that it's filming, arms wrapped around her knees, pulled to her chest, head buried.
Clutched in one hand is a rather ragged, limp doll, filled with rice, looking homemade. It's a panda, no bigger than Xiao-Mei, but obviously much more worn, more used.
Her grip tightens on the arm of the doll.]
I'm... I'm ready to go home.
Finally, Xiao-Mei pulls back and looks over when a sniffle sounds. In the dark of the room, Mei's form sticks out on the bed she's been using since she first arrived, all thanks to Spirit and Scar. She doesn't even seem to realize that it's filming, arms wrapped around her knees, pulled to her chest, head buried.
Clutched in one hand is a rather ragged, limp doll, filled with rice, looking homemade. It's a panda, no bigger than Xiao-Mei, but obviously much more worn, more used.
Her grip tightens on the arm of the doll.]
I'm... I'm ready to go home.