Please. [ Tattletale hisses, spreading her arms wide, as if taunting Amy to take the shot. ] Study me.
[ Amy doesn't do that. Instead, she sticks her nose where it doesn't belong, crosses a line that should never be crossed, has a thought that reads as plain as day to Tattletale as if she'd said it out loud.
As Tattletale's grip tightens on the receiver, Coil's voice trickles through. ]
I agree. Gratitude is one of the many virtues Tattletale lacks. Gratitude, and prudence. You'd think she'd be more respectful of the person who gave her a roof over her head, and she'd be more investing in ensuring that such a roof does not become...unavailable.
[ It's not a threat that means anything. Coil is long gone, and besides, after Lisa met Taylor, the roof Coil put over her head was no longer her primary concern. It just needed to be nice enough that Taylor would want to stay there.
(But it calls to mind the image of another girl - one whose name was somewhere between Lisa and Sarah, who died her hair blue, who might have had friends - ) ]
Shut up.
[ Tattletale says, low and dangerous.
Amy isn't Skitter. Amy isn't Taylor. Taylor is gone, and she isn't coming back, and the girl with blue hair is gone and isn't coming back, and the only person who knows what happened is looking at Tattletale like she knows everything, like Tattletale is just some stupid nobody. A fuckup, a person who was too late. ]
Shut up!
[ She throws the phone directly at Amy's head. When it lands on the floor with a clatter, all that can be heard is a single dial tone. The line is dead, at least for now. ]
Of course you wanted fucking importance. You wanted to be important to dear beautiful Vicky, and guess what! You are! You win! Her life will never be the same, and it's not thanks to me. That one was all you.
And you know what, while we're at it? You're important to me, too! Because you fucking took her from me, and I promise - I swear on the whole fucking world - I will make you regret it each and every day of your unfortunately long life.
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[ Amy doesn't do that. Instead, she sticks her nose where it doesn't belong, crosses a line that should never be crossed, has a thought that reads as plain as day to Tattletale as if she'd said it out loud.
As Tattletale's grip tightens on the receiver, Coil's voice trickles through. ]
I agree. Gratitude is one of the many virtues Tattletale lacks. Gratitude, and prudence. You'd think she'd be more respectful of the person who gave her a roof over her head, and she'd be more investing in ensuring that such a roof does not become...unavailable.
[ It's not a threat that means anything. Coil is long gone, and besides, after Lisa met Taylor, the roof Coil put over her head was no longer her primary concern. It just needed to be nice enough that Taylor would want to stay there.
(But it calls to mind the image of another girl - one whose name was somewhere between Lisa and Sarah, who died her hair blue, who might have had friends - ) ]
Shut up.
[ Tattletale says, low and dangerous.
Amy isn't Skitter. Amy isn't Taylor. Taylor is gone, and she isn't coming back, and the girl with blue hair is gone and isn't coming back, and the only person who knows what happened is looking at Tattletale like she knows everything, like Tattletale is just some stupid nobody. A fuckup, a person who was too late. ]
Shut up!
[ She throws the phone directly at Amy's head. When it lands on the floor with a clatter, all that can be heard is a single dial tone. The line is dead, at least for now. ]
Of course you wanted fucking importance. You wanted to be important to dear beautiful Vicky, and guess what! You are! You win! Her life will never be the same, and it's not thanks to me. That one was all you.
And you know what, while we're at it? You're important to me, too! Because you fucking took her from me, and I promise - I swear on the whole fucking world - I will make you regret it each and every day of your unfortunately long life.