“Don’t you dare-” Amy started.
“You fucked up. You crossed one of the lines that’s reserved for the real monsters. You know it, I know it.”
Amy’s face crumpled. I didn’t have a better way of describing it, the way her expression twisted, going from plain to almost inhuman from emotion alone.
And that’s the way the Amy crumples!
I almost spoke up. I wasn’t sure why I didn’t.
You probably should, unless Lisa is going somewhere constructive with this and is just expressing it in the worst way possible.
“You think you’re the lowest of the low, that you’re scum. You despise yourself.”
Now deny that, Lisa. Please.
Amy couldn’t even mount a response.
“You’re wrong. You’re not there. Not yet.”
Thank you.
Amy looked up at Tattletale, wide-eyed. The look was utterly defenseless. I was put in mind, for just an instant, of just who Tattletale could have been. I had a mental image of her as a cult leader, tearing people down with an almost surgical precision, then molding them into who she wanted them to be when they were emotionally and mentally unable to mount a defense.
Fuck, she would’ve been perfect for that.
You know who else did that? Kaiser.
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