[The fiddles with her silver ring, turning it on her finger. She's stood on the edges of cliffs before, felt that drop in her stomach as every animal instinct in her brain told her too close. She's hearing that warning now, but she has a (bad) habit of ignoring it.]
To what end? I think we owe one another honesty, if nothing else. And I'll try my best to give that to you.
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Date: 2022-05-08 02:48 am (UTC)To what end? I think we owe one another honesty, if nothing else. And I'll try my best to give that to you.
[She might have some inclination of how she is.]