[She...wars with herself. She still doesn't know how to explain her fear, but it's there as she considers this offer. There's something in her that wants to look away, too. Or— not simple want, but an instinct, like she's supposed to look away from it. Like you pretend not to see the spider that just darted by in the corner of your vision, and you tell yourself it's fine, it probably wasn't a spider anyway.
But it's not fair to ask Mista to hold this, either. And...she has to keep looking. Even if what she finds is a creeping black critter.]
its okay you dont have to do that i want to see it im just
[A pause. The typing indicator shows a lot of attempts to write something.]
im scared ill read it all and still wont be able to remember writing it
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But it's not fair to ask Mista to hold this, either. And...she has to keep looking. Even if what she finds is a creeping black critter.]
its okay you dont have to do that
i want to see it
im just
[A pause. The typing indicator shows a lot of attempts to write something.]
im scared ill read it all and still wont be able to remember writing it