[She's not expecting that reaction from Allison at all. She was expecting justification, her telling her that she meant to stay, that she wanted to feel it, so she'd know what it was like. That she had to experience it for herself.
Not-- this. It's not quite an apology. But it's sincere. And that helps her pull herself together again. Because maybe Allison is getting it. Maybe she's actually beginning to understand how bad it all got.
Lydia also isn't expecting is her choice of words. And it hits her hard.
Closing her eyes, she turns away from Allison as her stomach clenches. It's impossible for her not to remember Mr. Argent coaching them outside of Oak Creek, before the cops got there. She remembers listening to him while she stared at Allison's body on the floor. Her legs were bent, her arm stretched out off to one side while her head was facing the other way. She wanted to walk over to her, adjust her so she would be in a more comfortable position. But she couldn't move.
Nothing felt real. It doesn't feel real now. It feels like she's remembering a nightmare.]
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Not-- this. It's not quite an apology. But it's sincere. And that helps her pull herself together again. Because maybe Allison is getting it. Maybe she's actually beginning to understand how bad it all got.
Lydia also isn't expecting is her choice of words. And it hits her hard.
Closing her eyes, she turns away from Allison as her stomach clenches. It's impossible for her not to remember Mr. Argent coaching them outside of Oak Creek, before the cops got there. She remembers listening to him while she stared at Allison's body on the floor. Her legs were bent, her arm stretched out off to one side while her head was facing the other way. She wanted to walk over to her, adjust her so she would be in a more comfortable position. But she couldn't move.
Nothing felt real. It doesn't feel real now. It feels like she's remembering a nightmare.]