[ Ah, there's the mockery, at least as it seems to Jessica. For this traitorous monster to just calmly bear her wrath, even to suggest ways to make it worse for her, just enrages Jessica further. That's probably the point, but right now, it's hard to think for the evil heat that boils in her head. Not least of all that rage is directed towards herself for being taken in by her, thinking she was just some cool (and terribly sexy) rebel. But is it really any surprise when she's so bad at reading people? She bends another finger back. Snap. ]
You're just making excuses! [ Snap. ] You chose to kill her!
[ Just like Jessica chose to use the magic of preserving the little pockets of comfort she had in her life in exchange for ignoring all the horrors hiding in the shadows of her home. Snap. A choice they'd already made before they were aware they'd made it. Snap.
She takes the knife off of the table, pulls it from its sheathe. She's holding it all wrong, and it fits strangely in her hand, but there's no hesitation. When she first heard Sayo's confession, she'd been horrified and disgusted to consider how it was possible that her kind, sensitive friend could commit such cruel actions.
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You're just making excuses! [ Snap. ] You chose to kill her!
[ Just like Jessica chose to use the magic of preserving the little pockets of comfort she had in her life in exchange for ignoring all the horrors hiding in the shadows of her home. Snap. A choice they'd already made before they were aware they'd made it. Snap.
She takes the knife off of the table, pulls it from its sheathe. She's holding it all wrong, and it fits strangely in her hand, but there's no hesitation. When she first heard Sayo's confession, she'd been horrified and disgusted to consider how it was possible that her kind, sensitive friend could commit such cruel actions.
That doesn't confuse her anymore. ]