[Heather sort of smiles back-- that crooked, toothy grin she got in the habit of in this life. Never as Alessa, or Cheryl-- just as Heather.]
I've got you in here.
[If she wasn't still holding onto Alessa's arms, she'd have touched her own head for emphasis-- or her chest-- or wherever the hell it is that's symbolically associated with the self. She doesn't know.]
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[Heather sort of smiles back-- that crooked, toothy grin she got in the habit of in this life. Never as Alessa, or Cheryl-- just as Heather.]
I've got you in here.
[If she wasn't still holding onto Alessa's arms, she'd have touched her own head for emphasis-- or her chest-- or wherever the hell it is that's symbolically associated with the self. She doesn't know.]