[ 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.
So you woke up, sought out Grace in the medbay and turned around again, headed back to the city to go back to sleep. Then you were passed out with the rest of us until morning, at which point you had the burn on your leg?
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I'm already dead, Molly. Whether I cursed her or not doesn't matter anymore.
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[He just crosses his legs, tail curling around to the front, tapping an anxious pattern against the ground.]
Would you tell me about that night? Or does that no longer matter either?
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