[The camera clicks on to show nothing but apples, apples upon apples sorted into piles. A girl, long red hair tied up in a ponytail, paces, stomping with each of her steps.]
The damn animus...making me like that...a goddamn weak-
[Her words are drowned in a growl.]
And then they tricked her too, goddamn it! Those bitches tricked her somehow, I know it
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[By this point, she's calmed down, ever so slightly, but the frustration still remains in her features.]
[She wanted to blurt it out at first, because she thought he could take it- but she didn't. Not for him, but for herself. She could avoid saying it, she could avoid thinking about it.]
Nothin' you need to worry about right now.
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[As monotone as can be. If she doesn't want to talk about it, then they don't have to talk about it. Let's give her something else to talk about.]
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[On some level, she's grateful for the topic change.]
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