( it does, actually, even if she can't explain why— it just feels bad. not necessarily worse, but bad all the same. )

...At least before I could pretend it didn't happen. ( she mumbles it, because all it does amount to is that she wanted to keep playing house with the people she murdered. put the logistics aside for future angela to worry about, even though it would still hurt to go home and remember any good times shared. and then, not-as-mumbled: ) Do you think it was easy for me, Gebura? I didn't want anything to do with any of you in the first place— but I was encouraged to make the most of my time here, to see if we could've all been friends if not for the circumstances we'd been in—

( and the answer is? ... ... ... maybe not. maybe so. sometimes it felt close, but who was the one getting unsure and flustered about how to react, feeling uncomfortable and backstepping into the familiarity of their relationships previously? her. yeah, her. angela knows. )

I'm not going to run away from you again. ( she can't. there are only so many places and people angela could go to here, and gebura's smart enough to find her eventually. ) Put me down.