"Oh, wow, geez, did they? I never noticed. Heck. Crap."
She almost sounds normal for a moment, despite the spooky reverb. It's probably a mixture of the sarcasm and the barely-concealed bitterness.
"If you think I need help, why are you backing off?" She doesn't wait for an answer - an awful little thought is too busy worming its way into her brain. If this Rhys is some kind of impostor, planted so no one would notice that the real one was locked in the white room, then... What about the person he was supposed to be travelling with?
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She almost sounds normal for a moment, despite the spooky reverb. It's probably a mixture of the sarcasm and the barely-concealed bitterness.
"If you think I need help, why are you backing off?" She doesn't wait for an answer - an awful little thought is too busy worming its way into her brain. If this Rhys is some kind of impostor, planted so no one would notice that the real one was locked in the white room, then... What about the person he was supposed to be travelling with?
"Where's Rhys? My Rhys?"