[ while misa has been, for lack of a better phrase, fucking miserable since trial ended, there's something about the straightforward way that molly asks that question that gets a rise out of her. she's sitting on the floor of the cell, and had previously been curled into a sad little ball... but when he speaks, she lifts her head to show her mascara-streaked face, absolutely disheveled, but otherwise, just...Done. ]
I'm already dead, Molly. Whether I cursed her or not doesn't matter anymore.
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I'm already dead, Molly. Whether I cursed her or not doesn't matter anymore.