[For the first time, something stirs in the flatness of their expression other than utter, weary resignation. They sit up, no longer lying flat and limp on the floor. They don't have anything in their INV to help her - nothing but a lot of Bad Memories, and what good are those to anyone?]
[But they can keep their voice gentle and level.]
You're not a liar.
It's okay to be angry at me. I hurt you.
[She can't deny that. And they won't deny it either; not when it's true.]
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[But they can keep their voice gentle and level.]
You're not a liar.
It's okay to be angry at me. I hurt you.
[She can't deny that. And they won't deny it either; not when it's true.]