Audience: Sheila Hammond

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[the poodle is doing its best, probably.

it sneezes, when she boops the nose, but seems appeased. this is a win/win scenario. the pitbull is oblivious, just having the time of its life.

wrath is watching, their fingers curled into the front of their robes. there's almost a sense of sadness, coming from them.]

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[She is distracted by the dogs, but apparently not distracted enough to miss this. She raises an eyebrow while continuing to distribute pets.]

What's with the long fa— [...] hood?

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[snort.]

Uh - nothing. I just... miss people. That's all.

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Specific people...?

[There are people here, Wrath.]

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[... they can't be mean, so:]

Yyyyyes. Specific people. Like my friends back home.

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Oh... I'm sorry. It must be rough.

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[they sigh, and fall back to lay on the floor. the poodle squirms out of sheila's lap to go rest its head on wrath's stomach.]

It's uh, it's fine. They don't remember I exist right now, so it doesn't matter.

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... What? Wait, why? Why wouldn't they remember you? I mean, come on, with a personality like yours?

[She means this in a good way.]

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[that makes them laugh.]

I don't, um. I don't know, actually! I can't really talk to them. I just know they don't know who I am.

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Well... I hope they remember you soon. Then you can give them shit for forgetting you in the first place.

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Oh, I will. [a long pause.] None of this is about me, though, so let's uh, let's not dwell too much on my sad tragic backstory.

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I disagree. This is about you as much as it is about us.

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... What makes you say that?

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Because it's true...?