Mary can't remember the faces of the people who had hurt her, and even as she attempts to recall them - wondering if she would tear their dolls apart with a smile if she found them - the memory itself brings a flash of pain across her face.
Until she shakes her head, muddied hair flying. People had different ways of dealing with unpleasant memories and being upset. Hadn't she hated the world once? ]
You don't have to apologize... [ Her gaze flickers briefly to his face, then back down. ] Do you... feel better now?
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Mary can't remember the faces of the people who had hurt her, and even as she attempts to recall them - wondering if she would tear their dolls apart with a smile if she found them - the memory itself brings a flash of pain across her face.
Until she shakes her head, muddied hair flying. People had different ways of dealing with unpleasant memories and being upset. Hadn't she hated the world once? ]
You don't have to apologize... [ Her gaze flickers briefly to his face, then back down. ] Do you... feel better now?