"Killing me was helping me," Daisy says, voice a touch softer than usual but still firm all the same. The kind of tone she gets when she's the one explaining something difficult that she knows to be true. Subtle as it is. "I didn't live it. Not— the real version."
Nightmares. Ugh. It still makes her shudder to think about.
"I just got the tapes. But I heard enough. At that point, killing me was the best thing any of you could've done for me." She wraps her hands around the cup. Sighs. "...still sorry I put you all through it. 'sira still doesn't know."
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"Killing me was helping me," Daisy says, voice a touch softer than usual but still firm all the same. The kind of tone she gets when she's the one explaining something difficult that she knows to be true. Subtle as it is. "I didn't live it. Not— the real version."
Nightmares. Ugh. It still makes her shudder to think about.
"I just got the tapes. But I heard enough. At that point, killing me was the best thing any of you could've done for me." She wraps her hands around the cup. Sighs. "...still sorry I put you all through it. 'sira still doesn't know."