[She hisses a deep breath. She should just... brush past it. Shouldn't have brought it up. Should choke down some more of this horrible cake. She should-]
...about Father.
[She's not sure why, not sure what's compelling her to keep saying it even though it feels like swallowing molten lead, but she can't seem to stop herself. She averts her gaze, setting her plate of barely-touched cake aside.]
no subject
...about Father.
[She's not sure why, not sure what's compelling her to keep saying it even though it feels like swallowing molten lead, but she can't seem to stop herself. She averts her gaze, setting her plate of barely-touched cake aside.]
You were right.