4th berry [voice]
You did it! [For a little girl, her tone of voice could become marvelously powerful, filling the confines of the church like the toll of a bell.
She was enraged]
You made him leave! You made him run out there!
It's all your fault!
[The 'you' in particular knows who he is.
After all, she's looking right at him.]
It's all your fault! And he's gone now!
[The gnashing of teeth was clear, like the snarling of an infuriated den mother.]
You killed him!
[And she'd cared for him nearly as dear as she had Brendan.]
She was enraged]
You made him leave! You made him run out there!
It's all your fault!
[The 'you' in particular knows who he is.
After all, she's looking right at him.]
It's all your fault! And he's gone now!
[The gnashing of teeth was clear, like the snarling of an infuriated den mother.]
You killed him!
[And she'd cared for him nearly as dear as she had Brendan.]