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You find the far wall very interesting.
"My assessment of the situation is: you took God inside of yourself, was overwhelmed by It, and killed a man. Would you agree with this?"
Very, very interesting. "But—"
"I just want to know if you agree, Charlotte. Is that what you experienced?"
>[A1] Yeah. More or less. You guess.
>[A2] No! You didn't take— you never meant to infect yourself with red stuff. (That was Richard's fault. He told you to.) You want it out.
>[A3] No! It— it wasn't really "you," was it? It was the red stuff. Or God (you guess). So there.
>[A4] No! "Overwhelmed" isn't the right word at all, it's not forceful like that— it's sort of insidious, snakey, vining up your throat into your brain where you can't even feel it, and shouldn't he know this stuff? Come on.
>[A5] No! You weren't overwhelmed— you mean you were, sort of, but you also sort of slipped on purpose, because Felicia was being murdered? Did you mention that? Literally murdered? So you heroically sacrificed your consciousness/clean, untainted conscience to save her?
>[A6] Write-in.
>What blunt question(s) do *you* parry with? [Pick 3-4. You'll likely ask one per update.]
>[B1] Has *he* ever blacked out and murdered people?
>[B2] You spent all that stupid time talking to him earlier and he never once told you what that eyeball was. Now he has to.
>[B3] Um, is it normal to sort of... think things really hard... and then they sort of happen, ish? For a little bit? But nobody else notices?
>[B4] Is the world really going to end?
>[B5] How does one raise a worm from the dead? He dodged this question last time, like a little bitch.
>[B6] You want to know about your father.
>[B7] Write-in.
