[Martha nodded numbly, legs giving out and dropping her to her knees. She desperately wanted to hug him but there's something inside her that's still terribly afraid of him and what he's done to her.]
Alright, alright, fine. *He rolls his eyes and adopts a longsuffering expression. After a moment of that he starts giggling a bit.* Whoops, couldn't keep a totally straight face there. Sorry about that.
But of course, my dear!
[numbly] It's alright...I needed to know.
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You should know, you've seen the things I need.
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I think I need coffee. Maybe some chips.
[She hesitated.]
Want to come?
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Come on, then.
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(Fade?)
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