It hasn't "been finished" to me. I'll let you in on a secret, Sinclair, one I didn't divulge to your buddy.
( isn't that nice of her? it is nice of her. )
The last thing I remember, see, is this. ( she gestures between them: him, her, a steep climb, hatred, fear, obsession. ) I told you about the wonderful world I had glimpsed... And that wonderful bough had started to glow...
And then— ( she drops down a step, smile slanting. ) I woke up on a train. Your buddy told me I was a worm. You said you've seen me rent in half. Neither of those things are in my memories, so perhaps they're lies. How laughable, that you've learned to do that from your new friends—it's so unlike you, Sinclair!
( another step, but she stays on this one. )
Come, Sinclair. Put your blade through me if you can—you'll find I'm no ghost, though you sure might be soon.
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( isn't that nice of her? it is nice of her. )
The last thing I remember, see, is this. ( she gestures between them: him, her, a steep climb, hatred, fear, obsession. ) I told you about the wonderful world I had glimpsed... And that wonderful bough had started to glow...
And then— ( she drops down a step, smile slanting. ) I woke up on a train. Your buddy told me I was a worm. You said you've seen me rent in half. Neither of those things are in my memories, so perhaps they're lies. How laughable, that you've learned to do that from your new friends—it's so unlike you, Sinclair!
( another step, but she stays on this one. )
Come, Sinclair. Put your blade through me if you can—you'll find I'm no ghost, though you sure might be soon.