[ Chloe let her hands drop when she didn't answer with more than the shake, going to grip at her own hair quickly in frustration as she turns away from her. Her hands drop back to her sides after a moment, the sound of her palms hitting her thighs feeling unnaturally loud in the quiet of Angela's house so late at night. ]

What if the cuts are deeper next time? What if you end up getting more nosebleeds? Don't you remember how weak this shit made you? Or do you just not care as long as you can fix everything?

[ The word sounds as bitter as one might expect it to. Fix was, after all, hardly a word she could describe to what happened in Arcadia Bay. ]

If it nearly killed you at home, this place will make sure it does here. Don't you get that?