[ She puts a hand over her face, running a nail along that cut she made to force herself to smile for Aligula at the end. God, that selfish little gremlin. That insane, absurd, selfish piece of shit.
She's trembling, and if it's full of sorrow or anger she's not sure which.
If only she could talk to Susan. Susan would probably just say Aligula's awful and move on, but she would hear her out, right? She would take her pain at face value-
... But Susan's gone too.
Her eyes are hot. Luca might as well not be in the room. ]
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She's trembling, and if it's full of sorrow or anger she's not sure which.
If only she could talk to Susan. Susan would probably just say Aligula's awful and move on, but she would hear her out, right? She would take her pain at face value-
... But Susan's gone too.
Her eyes are hot. Luca might as well not be in the room. ]