Oh dear, frustration really is something that rips at the heart.
In the coming days I'll drop off a proper chart depicting relations in Penacony, alright dear?
Yes. I have noticed that a majority of the time speaking at you is the more effective method.
Its difficult sometimes to hold a conversation when you speak in a context that nobody seems to grasp.
To be fair, it really WAS a nothingburger conversation! It was more like she was talking AT me rather than to me!
Kinda like how everything in my life goes.
Well, the lie was to ensure you spoke of your chat with miss Constance, which you seemed hesitant to do prior to such a threat.
And its equally comical to make you sweat from these standards.
Well, yeah, but it's funny when I do it. Double standards & such, y'know?
Also... you didn't have to lie about trapping me in the dream if you just wanted to talk.
Didn't this stem specifically from your refusal to do that? Rather than tell me your answer, you hesitated and hid it away.
Had you simply spoken, we would have already moved on.
A small piece of advice, miss Evanescia.
Unless you live alone, with proper locks across your abode, you should avoid doing such shameful actions with such pride.
Wrong. You said that you shouldn't answer that question, not that you had no answer.
So you have something to say, but feel that you cannot speak it freely to me. That tells me more than any simple answer.
[She keeps up with it without issue, she's making notes throughout the entire thing. They're detailed notes too, she even brought out a second notebook.]
( They nearly blurted it out. They nearly said, with their full chest, "your ass of course," but managed to bite back the response through sheer grit alone.
Even a being of pure shamelessness can practice temperance. )
IIIIIIII don't think I should answer this question. At all.
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(What follows is an uninterrupted seventeen hour unskippable, unvoiced, unfast forwardable cutscene with no pauses, no writer remarks, and no helpful hints the entire time)