[Caitlyn's gaze is fixed on the stranger. She won't look at her mum and dad; she can't. Because deep down she knows that the stranger is right, that this version of her parents would choose the stranger, and she knows looking at her parents would only confirm that. It would hurt too much. So she focuses on the stranger instead, on finding answers.]
Not angry, no.
[She knows the stranger's accent because it's too like her own. She's looked into those eyes and seen something that reminded her uncomfortably of herself, of the type of person she could all too easily have been.
She's not angry, but neither does she have the patience for playing games.]
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Not angry, no.
[She knows the stranger's accent because it's too like her own. She's looked into those eyes and seen something that reminded her uncomfortably of herself, of the type of person she could all too easily have been.
She's not angry, but neither does she have the patience for playing games.]
Take off the mask, Aelwyn.