[She's not sure wasted is the word she'd use, but... she is in fact alone in a forgotten corner of the Mansion grounds. So she can't deny the accuracy of the phrase. It makes her feel silly. The whole thing feels silly, and it makes her mad, and it makes her want to retch.]
She- she wrote to me. On my mirror. [She mumbles the words, trying hard to contain her frustration. She should be allowed to feel silly. She's tired of trying to be mature.] I think it hit her hard, too.
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[She's not sure wasted is the word she'd use, but... she is in fact alone in a forgotten corner of the Mansion grounds. So she can't deny the accuracy of the phrase. It makes her feel silly. The whole thing feels silly, and it makes her mad, and it makes her want to retch.]
She- she wrote to me. On my mirror. [She mumbles the words, trying hard to contain her frustration. She should be allowed to feel silly. She's tired of trying to be mature.] I think it hit her hard, too.