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She's a fast walker: practically out of view already. You curl your fists. The nerve of the bitch! All you wanted to do was use her body, the same way you already have been— all you wanted to do was make friends with her! Build a rapport! And she rejects you? You, who gave her Gil to be friends with? You, who— who, per Gil, is an excellent friend-slash-superior? You weren't even going to pull the 'noble lady' card on Claudia, who, despite being a Fawkins, appears to have the breeding of a dirty tramp. You were just going to tell her that your presence improved her in every way imaginable.
God. In theory, you could just leave. You'd probably overpower her with your massively superior Very Being, and she'd go back to sleep and stop being bitchy. But that would be admitting defeat, and Charlotte Fawkins never loses. Not even once. "CLAUDIA!" you holler. "I'M GOING TO CATCH UP TO YOU! SO YOU MIGHT AS WELL STOP WALKING NOW!"
No response. You think the blackness probably eats sound, not that that's cause to give up. "IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME YOUR BODY," you attempt again, "YOU'RE DEFINITELY GOING TO HELL, GUARANTEED!"
Nada. You start walking. "THAT'S RIGHT! YOU'RE GOING TO HELL, AND YOUR SKIN'S GOING TO BE BURNED WITH BOILING WATER, AND CREATURES ARE GOING TO EAT YOUR SOFT FLESHY BITS, BUT THEY'LL GROW BACK THE NEXT DAY, SO THEY'LL EAT THEM AGAIN—"
Actually, is she in Hell? Literally? You exited Us the last time into Hell the place, so she's halfway there minimum. Not that it matters, you just— God! You can't believe she's doing this to you! It was supposed to be so easy! She was supposed to agree, and then she'd get to see how cool and heroic you were, and she wouldn't be scared anymore, and then she'd be your friend, like how Gil got to have Teddy— why didn't you get Teddy? Teddy seemed normal, sort of. Why is everything so difficult for you? Why does everybody hate you so much? You've never done anything wrong in your life, and everybody treats you like you're unpredictable, like you're dangerous, like you're some kind of monster— a monster!
You! A monster! When you've never— when you've never— it's not like <span class="mu-i">you</span> go around kidnap-sorbing innocent retainers, or menacing innocentish goo researchers, or doing whatever Horse Face does all day. All you do all day is try to help people! For zero reward! All you wanted for Ellery was a ticket to Game Night, and has Game Night happened? Has Madrigal even thanked you? All you wanted for saving Gil was his undying loyalty, and it took ages and ages for him to come around even a little on that. All you wanted for rescuing Madrigal was even more thanks, but instead you get nothing, zilch, except a stain on your conscience and Monty calling you a murderer— a murderer— when you saved somebody's life—!
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