[ JUST LAY ON THE GUILT, WHY DON'T YOU. Make it about trust and friendship — he's one potshot at honesty away from a whole guilty hat trick.
It's so much — too much — to think about. (And hadn't someone been looking for that man, before? Who was it? She had promised to look for him, hadn't she? What was she going to do about that now? Not that she knows where he used to be...)
One of her hands leaves his phantom arm, and she presses her fingers against her forehead in the space between her second pair of eyes. He's telling her so much, he's relying on her so much, but at the same time— ]
A weapon for what? And— if that's what he did to you, then, then what did he want from her?
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It's so much — too much — to think about. (And hadn't someone been looking for that man, before? Who was it? She had promised to look for him, hadn't she? What was she going to do about that now? Not that she knows where he used to be...)
One of her hands leaves his phantom arm, and she presses her fingers against her forehead in the space between her second pair of eyes. He's telling her so much, he's relying on her so much, but at the same time— ]
A weapon for what? And— if that's what he did to you, then, then what did he want from her?