[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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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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