[ She takes a few moments to reply this time. This is strange. It's almost like he wants to share. Was that what this was about? Not her? She still wasn't willing to really spill her guts or explain just what happened-- what was happening. But if this wasn't about her, then that was different. She could certainly accept information. With any luck it'd be something useful. ]
Hug me and lose your arms.
Don't tell me you have old friends come to visit, darling? Who could possibly haunt someone like you?
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Hug me and lose your arms.
Don't tell me you have old friends come to visit, darling? Who could possibly haunt someone like you?