[They do, a little. Slowly. They make her cry, because her life has never been worth much, but she kept living it. Now that she knows she's dangerous, it seems worth both more and less, and she is struggling with which way to fall on that topic. She's a monster. She should be in a cage for the rest of her life. And she knows that if anyone tried, she would kill them, and probably herself, and maybe the whole world. Maybe it would even be intentional, this time.]
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I don't really know what that's like
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