[ Here it comes. She feels her stomach drop to her feet. Romelle focuses on the cookie in her hand, still breaking off little pieces and letting the crumbs fall to the floor. Her feet feel rooted to the floor, otherwise she would hide under her covers for a few thousand years. ]
I-- I know. You couldn't know unless I told you. It's okay, I don't... you don't need to...
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I-- I know. You couldn't know unless I told you. It's okay, I don't... you don't need to...
It's fine.