[It's a parody of their first conversation in this place. Amy tries to reason with her, Lisa throws it in her face, Amy responds. That's what goes through her mind, undaunted by the ways in which that is both a gross simplification and also in some fundamental ways, completely fucking wrong.
At least Lisa isn't listening to Coil. She was getting a bit pathetic there for a second. This? This is someone Amy can hate.
The phone hits her - her reflexes nowhere near fast enough to block it, and her mind wanders through the pain to wonder about any damage. She's seen brain damage cases over less. And she's bleeding now, pretty badly, but that's a distant problem. She doesn't need to see in her left eye.
She rushes forward and grapples Lisa, pushing her against the wall and pinning her by the throat once again.] Don't you dare fucking talk about her. [It's somewhere between a hiss and a growl.] You have no right.
When your brother killed himself - [Educated guess, reverberating through Tattletale's body with instant confirmation -] Was it harder without someone to blame? Or did you just go on with blaming everyone but him? I bet you tried to deflect it outwards, maybe your parents, maybe his friends, maybe his therapist - but you couldn't make the guilt stick for anyone but you.
Because it's all about you, Sarah.
Did your power tell you that we told Taylor to involve you and she said no? Did your power tell you that she'd been planning this the entire fucking time? Because mine did. She buried it deep under different feelings - I can only assume to fool you, but it had always been at the back of her mind, a hunger to get stronger. Knowing she'd be leaving you behind for the second time.
How's that? [Amy's face gets closer, eyes wide with hate and anger as the threat of what she might do is made completely clear. Her nose is practically pressed up against Lisa's - not Lisa, Tattletale's - and she can feel every small vulnerability in this girl that she can exploit or protect or -
She wants to hurt Lisa, she wants to watch her break down and cry, make her smaller and more vulnerable, but distantly she thinks it might not even be hate that drives her to want that anymorw. She wants Lisa to be weak for a change. She wants a Lisa that doesn't look down on Amy, that can't sit high and mighty and sneer. She's sick of barbs and deflected blame, sick of being spat at like a stray dog following after Lisa's coat-tails. She wants Lisa to be someone vulnerable enough that she can be friends with. Someone she can... someone who can...
God, she's so fucked up.] Did I do a good job at delivering a Tattletale speech? Would your master give me a treat and a pat on the head over it? [Her voice becomes choked midway through that sentence as tears and blood come streaming down her face, and her grip loosens.]
I'm sorry. [It's half a sob.] Is that what you want from me? I'm sorry.
cw for uh. victim blaming, threats of lobotomization, amy dallon, uhh yeah amy dallon
At least Lisa isn't listening to Coil. She was getting a bit pathetic there for a second. This? This is someone Amy can hate.
The phone hits her - her reflexes nowhere near fast enough to block it, and her mind wanders through the pain to wonder about any damage. She's seen brain damage cases over less. And she's bleeding now, pretty badly, but that's a distant problem. She doesn't need to see in her left eye.
She rushes forward and grapples Lisa, pushing her against the wall and pinning her by the throat once again.] Don't you dare fucking talk about her. [It's somewhere between a hiss and a growl.] You have no right.
When your brother killed himself - [Educated guess, reverberating through Tattletale's body with instant confirmation -] Was it harder without someone to blame? Or did you just go on with blaming everyone but him? I bet you tried to deflect it outwards, maybe your parents, maybe his friends, maybe his therapist - but you couldn't make the guilt stick for anyone but you.
Because it's all about you, Sarah.
Did your power tell you that we told Taylor to involve you and she said no? Did your power tell you that she'd been planning this the entire fucking time? Because mine did. She buried it deep under different feelings - I can only assume to fool you, but it had always been at the back of her mind, a hunger to get stronger. Knowing she'd be leaving you behind for the second time.
How's that? [Amy's face gets closer, eyes wide with hate and anger as the threat of what she might do is made completely clear. Her nose is practically pressed up against Lisa's - not Lisa, Tattletale's - and she can feel every small vulnerability in this girl that she can exploit or protect or -
She wants to hurt Lisa, she wants to watch her break down and cry, make her smaller and more vulnerable, but distantly she thinks it might not even be hate that drives her to want that anymorw. She wants Lisa to be weak for a change. She wants a Lisa that doesn't look down on Amy, that can't sit high and mighty and sneer. She's sick of barbs and deflected blame, sick of being spat at like a stray dog following after Lisa's coat-tails. She wants Lisa to be someone vulnerable enough that she can be friends with. Someone she can... someone who can...
God, she's so fucked up.] Did I do a good job at delivering a Tattletale speech? Would your master give me a treat and a pat on the head over it? [Her voice becomes choked midway through that sentence as tears and blood come streaming down her face, and her grip loosens.]
I'm sorry. [It's half a sob.] Is that what you want from me? I'm sorry.