[Max looks away again - at pedestrians eating ice cream, at Deerington. She's obviously trying to hold back something, but it comes spilling out a moment later.]
Talk about what? How my best friend doesn't remember me at all - even if she remembers everyone else? How she died again? Again! I felt so- I felt-
[When she got that text from Reaper, of all people, so formal and straightforward in the terrible message it delivered... God, what she felt when she saw it.
Max shakes her head, at a loss for words. She doesn't want to talk about this. But the emotions always seem to be just underneath the surface. Her tone is almost pleading.]
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Date: 2019-12-04 02:23 pm (UTC)Talk about what? How my best friend doesn't remember me at all - even if she remembers everyone else? How she died again? Again! I felt so- I felt-
[When she got that text from Reaper, of all people, so formal and straightforward in the terrible message it delivered... God, what she felt when she saw it.
Max shakes her head, at a loss for words. She doesn't want to talk about this. But the emotions always seem to be just underneath the surface. Her tone is almost pleading.]
Talk to me about something else. Anything.