[If shock could be a slow thing, molasses poured on ice, congealing and crystalizing at the edges, a shattering half-expected but inexorable and unavoidable, that's what breaks gradually across her eyes; she draws in a breath sharp but also rigidly held, drawn out, beaten into a deliberate shape. She does not look away. Her jaw tightens but there's no anger in her her face, in her eyebrows or the set of her shoulders.]
Before I'm willing to answer that, I need to know what she did to you.
[Before she can even understand herself, before she can try to excavate an honest response.]
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Before I'm willing to answer that, I need to know what she did to you.
[Before she can even understand herself, before she can try to excavate an honest response.]