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You're giving me too much credit.
[She admits only because Lila is being so vulnerable at this moment. Holding back truths feels like a disservice at this moment.]
I was totally afraid of you, after the first time we talked. I thought you'd think I'm— well, you're so— put together.
[It was the same feeling she got with Franziska; the idea that someone who might even be younger than her might know what they're doing more than she does.]
You gave me advice— I mean, did you even know it was me?
[She asks, looking at Lila for a moment, then back down at their hands—]
The cure for thinking things that drag you down is to find the person who made you believe it, cut out their heart, and eat it.
I thought—
[She pulls Lila's hands closer to her own chest, or where her chest would be, as if pleading with Lila to understand her own phenomenal being.]
I thought, you have to be one of the bravest people I'll meet! And then I did meet you, and I was right!
The longer anyone's here, the more people they meet, the more people go away. But even if we never met again, I know— that my life is different because of every time we've met! I'd remember every bit of my life you were a part of!
So I can't stay back from anyone even if I'm afraid. I think—
[She laughs, suddenly, and continues—]
It's corny, but I think I'd miss out on someone great, if I did.