[ It's been following her all day. It's something... something a lot like where she's from, and it's nothing like what she wants. It isn't and still--
Still, she should know by the tone of Hewie's growls. She should know by the absence of sanity nearby. But there was a person in the distance, she swears it! Watching right out of reach, and she isn't sure if she can trust her senses anymore. At this point, she's not quite sure if she can trust his.
She doesn't know if the people on the other end are real, or if this is just another trap, another trick, dead bodies on the sofa dressed like dolls, and she swears she hears someone outside--but Hewie is sleeping, sleeping, so it's only that--
That she's crazy. That she's going crazy. Like Daniella. Like Riccardo and Lorenzo. Madness runs in the blood. ]
I wonder if people can get in at night.
[ She's started talking to the device without a clear decision to do so, like a security blanket of stability, if she just keeps talking-- ]
We're not supposed to go out, but can others come in? I feel like they can get in.
[ There's an edge beginning to ride in her tone, a frantic undercurrent, and Hewie whines up at her. Fiona blinks, a sharp shiver running through her.
She turns off the device. ]
Still, she should know by the tone of Hewie's growls. She should know by the absence of sanity nearby. But there was a person in the distance, she swears it! Watching right out of reach, and she isn't sure if she can trust her senses anymore. At this point, she's not quite sure if she can trust his.
She doesn't know if the people on the other end are real, or if this is just another trap, another trick, dead bodies on the sofa dressed like dolls, and she swears she hears someone outside--but Hewie is sleeping, sleeping, so it's only that--
That she's crazy. That she's going crazy. Like Daniella. Like Riccardo and Lorenzo. Madness runs in the blood. ]
I wonder if people can get in at night.
[ She's started talking to the device without a clear decision to do so, like a security blanket of stability, if she just keeps talking-- ]
We're not supposed to go out, but can others come in? I feel like they can get in.
[ There's an edge beginning to ride in her tone, a frantic undercurrent, and Hewie whines up at her. Fiona blinks, a sharp shiver running through her.
She turns off the device. ]
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