[ There it was, and it's with no small measure of trepidation that she realizes this is no easier a second time. She makes a soft, almost pained sound like the breath is knocked out of her that only the most generous could call a ghost of a laugh.
There isn't even any relief this time. The hysterical edge of being freed from her lie in that first confrontation had cut through what she's starting to recognize to be nausea. Scared sick, maybe, but is she even really that afraid of him here?
Yes, she recognizes immediately, in a way. One worse than having to fear a trap or capture. ]
Oh. Is that all?
[ It's not a question. The words escape her flat and dull and broken. ]
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There isn't even any relief this time. The hysterical edge of being freed from her lie in that first confrontation had cut through what she's starting to recognize to be nausea. Scared sick, maybe, but is she even really that afraid of him here?
Yes, she recognizes immediately, in a way. One worse than having to fear a trap or capture. ]
Oh. Is that all?
[ It's not a question. The words escape her flat and dull and broken. ]