[angry at the idea of dying suddenly... she wonders if she'd feel the same, or if she'd end up feeling scared. confused. she wants to think that she'd hold onto her anger first, but...]
... I wish none of you went through that.
[her voice is soft and there's the slightest tremble to it - before she speaks again and the undercurrent turns to one of rage]
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... I wish none of you went through that.
[her voice is soft and there's the slightest tremble to it - before she speaks again and the undercurrent turns to one of rage]
How unforgivable.