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You're making me dizzy.

There's too much time in too little space. Have to move.

Maybe if you draw on the walls or something.

They don't give me things to draw with. They say I'm dangerous.

(Holds out a purple marker.) It's all I have.

Why are you dangerous?

[ ooh... marker. she hasn't had one of these in a long while. she gives as much of a smile as she can muster, letting her hand take the felt tipped pen and popping off the cap. then, nonchalantly, as if she's got no reason to hide it, she turns around and mutters over her shoulder as she begins a few drawings on the wall. ]

The dead aren't safe.

(She smiles watching the girl with the new marker.) They're stupid. You're just fine the way you are.

[ she draws along the wall, crouching down to draw further along the baseboards. she really prefers to not be inside that stupid well or under that water or inside the television. ]

They don't think so. They think I'm bad.

I wonder what they would think about me.

That you're bad too. That you need to be fixed before Mommy can take you home so you don't kill the horses.

[ bitter? never. she drags her pen along the wall harder, forcing an almost splattered line in the middle of that rather pretty flower. ]

I'd like to see them try to keep me here.

Give it time. They're always trying new things.

...erm...

We could make some fun... we can...

[thinks hard]

We could sing a song? ... Or play a game?

[ she just stares at him. is that really his response? her lungs have been filled with water for years, so he's lucky she can even speak without gargling well water. a game, though, that sounds promising. she tilts her head to the side and lifts her hand to show two fingers. ]

[he smiles at her]

Alright then, a game.

... how about I Spy?

[he looks around the white, plain, practically empty room and winces]