[That comes out with the last of her energy from the outburst. She can no longer bear it, so Thyra turns away before settling to staring at the ground and the folds of her dress.]
I don't know. Why are you asking me? You're the . . . [fake.]
[She feels her face beginning to heat up in that familiar way it had when she'd received news of Fenimore's passing ("passing," they called it). Her eyes are watering. She wants this to end. She blinks furiously and doesn't look up despite Fenimore's wishes.
She needs to keep talking.]
All I know is that this can't be real. So you can stop trying.
[But then why was it so hard to have just said that?]
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[That comes out with the last of her energy from the outburst. She can no longer bear it, so Thyra turns away before settling to staring at the ground and the folds of her dress.]
I don't know. Why are you asking me? You're the . . . [fake.]
[She feels her face beginning to heat up in that familiar way it had when she'd received news of Fenimore's passing ("passing," they called it). Her eyes are watering. She wants this to end. She blinks furiously and doesn't look up despite Fenimore's wishes.
She needs to keep talking.]
All I know is that this can't be real. So you can stop trying.
[But then why was it so hard to have just said that?]