[Cassie sits out on a park bench, watching the extras mingle, their murmured nonsense faint. Her tablet is in one hand, the stylus in the other. She scribbles in an absentminded fashion, humming some Nine Inch Nails to herself quietly. She taps the tip of the stylus to the outer side of the screen, switching out the colors.]
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I mean, I talk like it doesn't bother me, but...it does. A lot.
[There's a faint grunt, like she's trying to fight what she's about to say next.]
I dream about her. A lot.
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[Which can be taken in many different ways, so he thinks he might be safe with that?]
Dream 'bout who?
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[She can't stop herself from answering, but her throat is so tight, she can't help but whisper.]
Nightmares. Of what happened when she came back. Every night it ends with me killing her.
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[Oh, look! She is using her 'I am concerned' voice.]
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Cassie?
[Hey, it's truth time, right? So the truth from Tara, in response to Cassie's present murmurings]
You won't. I-I promise you won't.
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You don't know that, Tara. You don't know what I've done. What's inside me.
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But it ain't good.
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Your mum? What's she like, then?
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She's dead.
[It doesn't matter whose asking the question. She doesn't recognize this man's voice and the glitch stops her from putting off answering the question.]
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You're afraid you're going to die?
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Be a fucking monster that won't stop until someone puts a bullet in my brain.
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It doesn't have to happen. I... you don't have to be like her.
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You don't know that.
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