[The screaming at least makes her pause as she examines the memory of a much smaller Veronica, tiny hands clenched against the skirt of her dress as the maids told her that her mother was very unwell. That from now on she would have to sleep on her own, projecting "what a nuisance" which every fiber of their being.
She turns to Leon as he stumbles backwards, mirrors swaying and showing him the grisly memories. And her first thought, is a surprising "who cares", her feathered mask still hanging from her hand. But she hasn't worn it and the horrible thought is quickly quashed: 'I care.'
And like that, she is immediately close, taking his hand and trying to pull him away.]
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She turns to Leon as he stumbles backwards, mirrors swaying and showing him the grisly memories. And her first thought, is a surprising "who cares", her feathered mask still hanging from her hand. But she hasn't worn it and the horrible thought is quickly quashed: 'I care.'
And like that, she is immediately close, taking his hand and trying to pull him away.]
Do not look.