[ It's my fault my mom died. I killed the class president and my teacher. I tried to make someone into a weapon. If I can't get the War Devil out of my head, it'll happen again and again. And you'd be her first target, all because I was selfish enough to believe you.
The blush fades from her cheeks, replaced by a sudden paleness. She feels sick for an entirely different reason than anything truth booth-related. ]
No. I don't. [ It was nice while it lasted. ] Anna... starting next week, I need you to stay away from me.
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[ It's my fault my mom died. I killed the class president and my teacher. I tried to make someone into a weapon. If I can't get the War Devil out of my head, it'll happen again and again. And you'd be her first target, all because I was selfish enough to believe you.
The blush fades from her cheeks, replaced by a sudden paleness. She feels sick for an entirely different reason than anything truth booth-related. ]
No. I don't. [ It was nice while it lasted. ] Anna... starting next week, I need you to stay away from me.