Goldie's nosing around her boots, purring steadily as he scents the air, confused about what's going on. Roz is still mewling plaintively, a short distance off.
"I didn't even know ... I didn't even know!"
She's so angry; she had no idea how mad she was, but suddenly she can hardly breathe for how blind she is with rage. She cries desperately, and somewhere in the back of her mind she realizes she hasn't cried this hard since the day Doc died in her arms.
"I th-thought I was sick. From the infection. When it happened."
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"I didn't even know ... I didn't even know!"
She's so angry; she had no idea how mad she was, but suddenly she can hardly breathe for how blind she is with rage. She cries desperately, and somewhere in the back of her mind she realizes she hasn't cried this hard since the day Doc died in her arms.
"I th-thought I was sick. From the infection. When it happened."
I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry!
"I didn't... even know."