[Letty accepts it wordlessly, takes her time draining the whole thing. She knows it's not dryness that's hurting her throat. She knows what it is. Mind over matter, right?
The longer she talks, the more detached she sounds.]
I fought back. Locked myself in the bathroom, went after him with the lid off the toilet, the curtain rod, anything I could reach. But he's a lot stronger, and he was enjoying it.
I thought I could still win, even after he hit me in the head a couple times.
[Letty flinches when Tiffany touches her, but she doesn't pull away; it's part because everything hurts, part because she still vividly remembers the crowbar coming down, part because she's not sure she's ready to let anyone in that close while she's still this much in danger of coming completely apart.
Under Tiffany's hand, the shaking of Letty's muscles is barely perceptible.]
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The longer she talks, the more detached she sounds.]
I fought back. Locked myself in the bathroom, went after him with the lid off the toilet, the curtain rod, anything I could reach. But he's a lot stronger, and he was enjoying it.
I thought I could still win, even after he hit me in the head a couple times.
Didn't turn out that way. He just never stopped.
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[This is flat, more curt than she's ever been with Tiffany, even though her anger isn't for the girl.]
Twice over, I'm fucking dead.
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She puts her hand back on Letty's arm.]
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Under Tiffany's hand, the shaking of Letty's muscles is barely perceptible.]
Lloyd found me, here. And you know the rest.
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[She is, of course, speaking as someone who had to see her own warden die.]
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He hasn't been acting right since. Can't say I blame him.
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You know that, right?
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You know I care about you a lot, don't you?
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I think I'm figuring that out, yeah.
You know I care about you too, right?
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I'm about dead on my feet, sister. Could you... hang out, until Lloyd gets back?
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Yeah, I will. I'll do that.
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Then she sinks further down into the blankets and the couch, exhales slowly as she does so, eyes closing.]