Amy shook her head, “She needs to eat, and I need to rest. I can speed up her digestion, like I did with breaking down the bugs inside her. But I need so much material that it’s going to take a lot of food if I’m going to get everything she needs. One night, and I can make her normal.”
Huh. That’s not that bad, really.
Tattletale shrugged, “That’s fine. Just undo what you did first.”
But yeah, Amy’s deflecting and Lisa won’t have that.
“If she fights me and doesn’t let me finish-”
“That’s her choice.” Tattletale repeated herself.
“No! That’s- that’s not her. That’s the change I made doing the talking, or the aftermath of it. Even if I removed all the neural connections that have been made since, there’s so much more in the emotional cocktails and hormonal balances.
Hm.
Hmmm.
Fuck, we’re back to the issue of consent when brainwashed. Just a different kind of consent, and with the brainwashing having the opposite effect of what it was “supposed” to.
She’s channeling it into anger instead of… instead of love.”
Love. The implications were so fucked up. It was the sort of thing Heartbreaker did.
Yep.
The difference is Heartbreaker does it on purpose.