[She bites on her lower lip, twisting the pretzel pieces in her hands.]
So-- [Why? She wants to ask. What's the point? Mio stares a hole into the table, pulling the pretzel to bits in her anxiety.] Maybe the people chosen are being punished for something...
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So-- [Why? She wants to ask. What's the point? Mio stares a hole into the table, pulling the pretzel to bits in her anxiety.] Maybe the people chosen are being punished for something...