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[ Riley still doesn't like it.

She doesn't like it even more than before. That she's already thought about what happens if he does hurt her... ]

Tell me if he does.
I mean, if you want to.
That's not the sort of thing someone should go through alone.

If that's what you want.

...Miss Riley, if that's the case why would someone get mad when you offered to listen?

[ Oh, uh. ]

Because sometimes the world doesn't work like it should.
Sometimes people get mad for reasons that don't make sense in retrospect.
Sometimes you don't have anyone to listen.

Okay. I

[She's not sure, really. It takes her a minute to get back to typing.]

Thank you. I think I understand. I thought maybe I did it wrong, but it sounds like it isn't something someone "normal" can always do either.

Did someone get mad at you when you offered?

I thought maybe if I listened to her, Mom would listen to me, but asking only made her more upset. I had to go upstairs.

Oh.

Your mom back home, before all this, you mean.

And she got mad at you just for asking? Your own mother did?

[ Oh. Oh, no. Well.

Riley will now die for you! ]

Edited 2021-08-10 02:42 (UTC)

I don't know how long they had been fighting before that, but she was already pretty mad when I got home. It's just...I was trying to make sure they wouldn't be angry again later by doing something without permission. It would have been better if we'd all listened to each other, right?

So that's why...it didn't make a lot of sense to me. Asking more then would have meant I wasn't listening to what she told me to do. That's why I never found out.

[ At ten years old, Riley comes home to tell her parents how much fun she had at Cairo's, to tell them how good she's doing in speech therapy, but she opens the door to barely contained screaming.

She stands there in shock because they never fought like that before. Not when her brother lived here. She tries to say something, but her mom snaps at her. "I need you to not be here, Riley."

Oh. ]

Your mom wasn't making sense to anyone. You were trying to do the right thing, Rachel. You didn't deserve her getting mad at you.

[It takes Ray a while to get done turning the words over in her head.]

Okay.

[It wasn't like it mattered much now, anyway.]

[ For a moment, Riley worries she's scared her off. They're not words she thinks she could accept so easily, after all. She breathes a sigh of relief when a response does come, however short. ]

If you have other questions about that kind of thing, I can try and answer them.
I'm not very good at it. But just if you're interested.

...Do you swear to tell me the truth, even if it's that I did something wrong?

[Because if she wanted affirmations over her actions, she'd just go to Aunamee, who delighted in her impulses... She knows she's been bad, okay!!]

[ It's a big ask. It's not something she expected. But— ]

Yes.
I'll tell you exactly what I think.

Okay. Thank you, Miss Riley. I'll be sure to ask.

You're very welcome, Rachel. I'll do my best to answer.

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