i wanna tell you a story. ain't got no characters in it but me. i wanna sing you a sad song. most of it i don't expect you to believe. it starts off just the whiskey and wine, miles of travel and some real good times. but it ends in a dark corridor, and there ain't no windows and there ain't no doors.
[ Severa's fully convinced that her mother would find a way out. Whether it's by tricking the person behind this with an offer or finding a way to break the glass with the knife. Her gaze rests on those items on the floor other than on Brady himself. ]
Bet you she could. [ Her grumpiness remains as she sticks out her lower lip a bit. ] Anyone else could, but gods! What were they thinking putting me in here with you?!
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Bet you she could. [ Her grumpiness remains as she sticks out her lower lip a bit. ] Anyone else could, but gods! What were they thinking putting me in here with you?!