[He can't reply for a long... long time, frozen in his hatred for this town and the impotent rage against what's been done to all of them. He's so tired, so utterly destroyed. He's trying so hard not to fall apart, to find his determination, but it's nearly impossible.]
[He doesn't even know what to say here, all possible comfort rings hollow in his head and never makes it onto the tablet. It takes a while, and the response is underwhelming.]
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Last night. What happened?
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were you
which one were you
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I killed two people.
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But I'm glad you're still alive
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Which... which were you?
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I wanted to kill House.
I hurt... someone else.
I let him kill me.
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On purpose?
[He's horrified, but also a little impressed that she managed to hold onto her control that long.]
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Yes.
[ She imagines Al can see why this is freaking her out so much. He was more upset than anyone by her skateboarding death. ]
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I'm sorry, Steph.
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[ She's not sure how it's possible for a person to feel so guilty and helpless at the same time. ]
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Are you with Zach?
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I'm scared of myself sometimes
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Stay with Zach, we all need each other right now.
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