[ On instinct, a part of her is screaming that that was all his fault in the first place. She wants to yell it for Vi to hear, for everyone to hear, yet she can't bring herself to say anything. She's not thinking clearly enough to realize it, but she knows it's not true.
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Don't you worry your pretty little head. You'll never find them.
[ Without wanting to give too much away, her finger moves to end the call, finger grazing against the button and just about to push down. ]
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Don't you worry your pretty little head. You'll never find them.
[ Without wanting to give too much away, her finger moves to end the call, finger grazing against the button and just about to push down. ]