...All right. [The past still matters, Clover doesn't say, but if Jessie can put this aside, so can Clover. Dismissal is close enough to forgiveness.
Her room is far enough down the hall that she can spend a few more moments in uncertain silence, but she pauses along the way, glancing around to make sure the area's still clear.]
Jessie? [Her voice isn't much more than a whisper, and she's watching where the blades of her scythe almost touch the floor.] The other...um...when I was—was a suspect... [a slow, shaky breath, still struggling just to speak about this,] ...I...didn't think anyone would stick up for me.
[but you did, she also doesn't say, because talking is hard.]
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Her room is far enough down the hall that she can spend a few more moments in uncertain silence, but she pauses along the way, glancing around to make sure the area's still clear.]
Jessie? [Her voice isn't much more than a whisper, and she's watching where the blades of her scythe almost touch the floor.] The other...um...when I was—was a suspect... [a slow, shaky breath, still struggling just to speak about this,] ...I...didn't think anyone would stick up for me.
[but you did, she also doesn't say, because talking is hard.]