She'd chosen that shirt for a reason, Scarlett watching the way he looks at it as if hoping to spy some flicker of recognition. Trying to get a sense as to whether his other half was still there somewhere, worried that maybe he might not be and yet not quite willing to admit as much to herself.
"Hmph." Shaking her head as she moves to take her place back on the floor, quietly noting that it seems to be a thing his other half did like he was always putting himself beneath her and yet she wouldn't allow it.
"I'd forgotten what it was like not to smell death before I came here." Those words said far too casually, almost like she forgets how different her life had been in the years before her death.
"I don't like it - I'm not a sadist or some shit but - I don't know. It's familiar, I guess?" Scarlett sharing little pieces of herself without somebody feeling like their pulling teeth.
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"Hmph." Shaking her head as she moves to take her place back on the floor, quietly noting that it seems to be a thing his other half did like he was always putting himself beneath her and yet she wouldn't allow it.
"I'd forgotten what it was like not to smell death before I came here." Those words said far too casually, almost like she forgets how different her life had been in the years before her death.
"I don't like it - I'm not a sadist or some shit but - I don't know. It's familiar, I guess?" Scarlett sharing little pieces of herself without somebody feeling like their pulling teeth.