[She was scared. She didn't know why, but that felt wrong. There was something just out of reach that told her that this terror wasn't supposed to be there. It was the same feeling that wouldn't let her cry, no matter how terrified she was.]
...Sibyll. That's... that's not right.
[She's quiet for a few seconds, rocking back and forth a little.]
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...Sibyll. That's... that's not right.
[She's quiet for a few seconds, rocking back and forth a little.]
...Sylvia.