[There's a pause, and she narrows her eyes slightly. She should feel... something. Grateful, maybe. Happy? But looking inside herself, all there is is the anger. Twisting and burning and drowning out almost everything else.]
I'm not sure about that, not that I blame them. You didn't see the look on their faces.
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I'm not sure about that, not that I blame them. You didn't see the look on their faces.