[ Oh. That hits close to home. Jinx's head is starting to feel very loud. She claps her palm against her forehead, willing the voices to quiet down. In the jumble of it all, she can hear Mylo clear as day. He reminds her that she too has only ever messed things up for people. He reminds her of what a jinx she is, as if she could ever forget. ]
No, no. [ She shakes her head fiercely. ] That's not fair. You didn't mean to.
[ It was an accident, she can hear herself saying, over and again, as if repetition is the key to believing. Then, still in her own voice, yet this time with a sinister undertone that is entirely new: Who cares? Accident, no accident, they're still dead because of you. You're a jinx. ] Shut up!
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No, no. [ She shakes her head fiercely. ] That's not fair. You didn't mean to.
[ It was an accident, she can hear herself saying, over and again, as if repetition is the key to believing. Then, still in her own voice, yet this time with a sinister undertone that is entirely new: Who cares? Accident, no accident, they're still dead because of you. You're a jinx. ] Shut up!