That's--[she clears her throat]--it's kind of you to say. Thank you.
[She glances down again at her tea, a sort of of demureness that mostly serves to give her a moment to collect her thoughts. The thought of discussing it, discussing her feelings on it, still leaves her feeling sick, but at the same time...part of her wants to try.]
It's...it's maddening, really, all of it. I never minded being here before now, not really. But if I could go home--right now--I would. [She sighs.] I never thought dying would make me homesick. [And jumpy, and listless, and inclined to buy matches, or better yet, electric torches with batteries.] But it seems it has.
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[She glances down again at her tea, a sort of of demureness that mostly serves to give her a moment to collect her thoughts. The thought of discussing it, discussing her feelings on it, still leaves her feeling sick, but at the same time...part of her wants to try.]
It's...it's maddening, really, all of it. I never minded being here before now, not really. But if I could go home--right now--I would. [She sighs.] I never thought dying would make me homesick. [And jumpy, and listless, and inclined to buy matches, or better yet, electric torches with batteries.] But it seems it has.