He gets mean, she gets honest. There's something about this kind of fear, something so deep and instinctive that it's burrowed well beyond the reasonable part of her brain and into something much more powerful.
And just so there's no misunderstanding... She raises her hand after fixing her glove and taps her temple with one finger.
"They're all in there. Sands, Namur, Marco, you. Maybe all the others, too. Dunno if the professor got 'em out or just shut 'em up. But... Can' really remember the last time it was jus' one person with me."
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He gets mean, she gets honest. There's something about this kind of fear, something so deep and instinctive that it's burrowed well beyond the reasonable part of her brain and into something much more powerful.
And just so there's no misunderstanding... She raises her hand after fixing her glove and taps her temple with one finger.
"They're all in there. Sands, Namur, Marco, you. Maybe all the others, too. Dunno if the professor got 'em out or just shut 'em up. But... Can' really remember the last time it was jus' one person with me."