But it's not the girl's fault. And she tried. It's enough. Not for the memory to break, but for Anemone to... maybe accept her, for the first time.
She punches a fist into her other hand and clenches it tight, her annoyance changing over to determination.]
Okay. We're going to bust out of here one way or another. I'm much better at hitting things than thinking them through. [Which normally would probably be a bad thing.] I'm Anemone, what's your name?
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But it's not the girl's fault. And she tried. It's enough. Not for the memory to break, but for Anemone to... maybe accept her, for the first time.
She punches a fist into her other hand and clenches it tight, her annoyance changing over to determination.]
Okay. We're going to bust out of here one way or another. I'm much better at hitting things than thinking them through. [Which normally would probably be a bad thing.] I'm Anemone, what's your name?