[She says the words thickly before she can think too hard and chicken out. The why isn't something she can bring herself to say—fuck, she can hardly even bring herself to think about it. But that dream, that memory, isn't something she could forget even if she wanted to.
If she's really a walking parasite though, a ticking time-bomb just waiting to set off and destroy the world, well. Maybe she should be alone. Maybe that's safer.
(Never mind how much the mere thought of it terrifies her.)]
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[She says the words thickly before she can think too hard and chicken out. The why isn't something she can bring herself to say—fuck, she can hardly even bring herself to think about it. But that dream, that memory, isn't something she could forget even if she wanted to.
If she's really a walking parasite though, a ticking time-bomb just waiting to set off and destroy the world, well. Maybe she should be alone. Maybe that's safer.
(Never mind how much the mere thought of it terrifies her.)]