[She wants to respond "who says?" but there's a moment like a spark before she can answer him. A flash.
A man standing in a doorway, carrying that wriggling black-haired boy she keeps seeing under his arm, marker all over the boy's face. A corny evil laugh, glasses glinting before he rushes off with the boy still held tight.
And there's a weird sense of understanding to that. A name on her tongue, an unimpressed "dad" that's tinted with the emotionless tone of everything she remembers of being small in these weird flashes. And a deep, painful sense of betrayal rooted in her chest.
So she doesn't play around with him this time, as she struggles to recover. Instead she just sinks to sit on a step and plops him down next to her. She lets out a heavy, tired sigh.]
Yeah. You're right. I'm not great at being a bad guy. [That's. Normal, right? She hopes he didn't notice her weird pause.]
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A man standing in a doorway, carrying that wriggling black-haired boy she keeps seeing under his arm, marker all over the boy's face. A corny evil laugh, glasses glinting before he rushes off with the boy still held tight.
And there's a weird sense of understanding to that. A name on her tongue, an unimpressed "dad" that's tinted with the emotionless tone of everything she remembers of being small in these weird flashes. And a deep, painful sense of betrayal rooted in her chest.
So she doesn't play around with him this time, as she struggles to recover. Instead she just sinks to sit on a step and plops him down next to her. She lets out a heavy, tired sigh.]
Yeah. You're right. I'm not great at being a bad guy. [That's. Normal, right? She hopes he didn't notice her weird pause.]