[Her teeth grit. She tries to focus on the insurmountable shape in front of her, eyes narrowed.]
You shouldn’t thank me for anything.
[A different guilt’s been gnawing at Aubrey. It’s not her place, though; none of this is. That’s the point. Her hands grip tighter on the handle, wringing, but she can’t make herself swing yet.]
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What do you mean, failed to?
[Her teeth grit. She tries to focus on the insurmountable shape in front of her, eyes narrowed.]
You shouldn’t thank me for anything.
[A different guilt’s been gnawing at Aubrey. It’s not her place, though; none of this is. That’s the point. Her hands grip tighter on the handle, wringing, but she can’t make herself swing yet.]