[At this point, there's little distinguishing between the two of them. They had settled their differences back there on that carousel ride two and a half years ago, and with her past self's blessing, Heather had Remembered everything.]
[There's a soft but audible popping noise at his reply-- her fingers had clenched tighter, making the knuckles crack. The mottled scarring across them blares bright white when she squeezes them so hard like that.]
[She doesn't correct Vincent when he calls her Alessa-- if anything, that's the name under which she has the most right to feel this hatred.]
I know that better than anybody, living or dead.
[Or both, as it sort of is in her case.]
[It's with chilling realization that it hits her... all of it is Dahlia's fault. Everything.]
[Her father's death... Claudia may have given the command, but Dahlia had laid the foundations for it before Harry had ever even known of her existence. How ... how is it that a woman so long-dead could reach her disgusting old talons so far into the future? How is it that even after KILLING her and ending that miserable life in flames, Alessa still hadn't been able to escape the old monster... the original monster?]
[She looks up after a moment.]
If I could... if I could go back in time, I'd kill her again. I'd tear her to pieces and rip her apart.
And I'd-- .... I'd...
[Save my little sister. ... I'd even save you, Vincent. There would've been room for all of us...]
[Action]
[There's a soft but audible popping noise at his reply-- her fingers had clenched tighter, making the knuckles crack. The mottled scarring across them blares bright white when she squeezes them so hard like that.]
[She doesn't correct Vincent when he calls her Alessa-- if anything, that's the name under which she has the most right to feel this hatred.]
I know that better than anybody, living or dead.
[Or both, as it sort of is in her case.]
[It's with chilling realization that it hits her... all of it is Dahlia's fault. Everything.]
[Her father's death... Claudia may have given the command, but Dahlia had laid the foundations for it before Harry had ever even known of her existence. How ... how is it that a woman so long-dead could reach her disgusting old talons so far into the future? How is it that even after KILLING her and ending that miserable life in flames, Alessa still hadn't been able to escape the old monster... the original monster?]
[She looks up after a moment.]
If I could... if I could go back in time, I'd kill her again. I'd tear her to pieces and rip her apart.
And I'd-- .... I'd...
[Save my little sister. ... I'd even save you, Vincent. There would've been room for all of us...]