[ The way she says it, he kind of has to pause: does that mean I killed him or something else? He's trying to think of the alternatives, and all of them sound like something out of a bad movie from his childhood. What, she locks him in some other dimension with her spooky, definitely-not-weird magic?
What exactly happened isn't really the point, he knows--that look on her face is, that sadness trying to masquerade as mere seriousness.
But she said she wanted to talk about it. So he asks. It comes out more like a statement than a question. ]
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What exactly happened isn't really the point, he knows--that look on her face is, that sadness trying to masquerade as mere seriousness.
But she said she wanted to talk about it. So he asks. It comes out more like a statement than a question. ]
How bad's that?