[That shirt is spotted with blood, crammed into her hamper under her jeans. Her skin is still pink from the scrubbing she gave it, her nails cut short to help her get all the blood out from under them.
She reaches into her pocket, pulls out a bracelet with a colorless stone and sets it on the roof tiles at their feet, taking a minute to gather her thoughts. For some time it seems like she might not speak. When she does, her voice is distant, detached.]
... do you remember, back at the mall, with the waterguns? When we hunted each other, and I lost?
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She reaches into her pocket, pulls out a bracelet with a colorless stone and sets it on the roof tiles at their feet, taking a minute to gather her thoughts. For some time it seems like she might not speak. When she does, her voice is distant, detached.]
... do you remember, back at the mall, with the waterguns? When we hunted each other, and I lost?