"It's what it fucking sounds like," Lisbeth says sharply, and then gives Viktor a tight-jawed look of something like remorse. She huffs out a breath through her nose, trying again. "I don't know how, or exactly when. He's been pretending a long time, but it's not working. The things that make him Sam instead of anyone else, they're gone."
Maybe she can just sit down. She knows she looks like shit, eating and sleeping about as much as she had in Sweden, which is to say: not much at all.
She sits on the nearest piece of furniture, holding herself like it's all made of broken glass. Nods at Marcus. "I don't know why. But he does. We can use it."
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Date: 2023-09-22 03:43 am (UTC)Maybe she can just sit down. She knows she looks like shit, eating and sleeping about as much as she had in Sweden, which is to say: not much at all.
She sits on the nearest piece of furniture, holding herself like it's all made of broken glass. Nods at Marcus. "I don't know why. But he does. We can use it."