[Big blue eyes widen at him, plays at innocence so well, you know better than to read her now, don't you, Amoral, don't you? She'll stay the good girl for you, she will.]
[He lowers his head, tucking it slightly against his shoulder, not saying anything. He's like a child uncomfortable with silence, but just as reluctant to give an answer. He doesn't want to test what she is capable of.]
[She had children once, was a good mother, for a while, a very short while, she always returns to what she is, but she lowers her voice now, coos at him with all her sweetness.]
[She can understand if she lets the spider webs creep along her thoughts, it's so difficult to be a good mother... always for such a short time before the witch and her rage creeps back in.]
Brother and sister, sometimes, but they're not what they are. Freddy don't love me no more, Night Bird's gone. Ha-Satan is best, knows all the sorrows and all the screams, just like you, only better, but he doesn't always want me.
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Past unique event, the past unique event-
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You remember me. That's so nice.
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You like it. You're welcome. I like you.
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Will you tell me your name now?
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It takes a few more seconds before he finally answers, hoping she will understand:]
A Mmmark Of Respect And Loss.
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Amoral... Amoral, now I know you and you know me.
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... Is she really interested in him?
Why?]
What is written on the box?
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[Her voice lilts, almost musical, amused by the joke of her name.]
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So he just nods at her, silently and a little guiltily, avoiding eye contact.]
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There aren't many, Amoral. Many who know. It's lonely. Lonely hurting. Lonely being so angry.
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N--no one... holding your hand? [He grits his teeth for a brief moment.] The sssmallest absence of light...
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Blindfold offff.
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