[She doesn't have the mental state to follow them. She feels rooted to the spot, like she can't force any part of her to move, simultaneously consumed with questions and the desperate urge not to know. It explains so much, and so little. It gives her every answer she could have wanted, and simultaneously, more information than she should ever have.
She's horribly overwhelmed, and in the end, just sinks down against the nearest wall, covering her face in her hands, and whispering a mantra, should the double hear it as they depart.]
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She's horribly overwhelmed, and in the end, just sinks down against the nearest wall, covering her face in her hands, and whispering a mantra, should the double hear it as they depart.]
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I n-never meant to-- I'm sorry, I'm s-sorry, I'm sorry...