Disturbed, huh? Heather doesn't think that's really too far from factual despite the fact that everything she's said has been the truth. Nobody lives through that kind of hell and comes out with all their marbles in the right place and Heather knows she hasn't. A trip to a psychiatrist would likely do her wonders, then again, they might just send her on a one-way trip to a nuthouse.
Is that something Dualis even has?
The fact Connor thinks she seems sane is oddly comforting. She's never felt sane and, as a social outcast, most people never saw her that way. At his question, she shakes her head,"Not really. In my dreams, sometimes, but not here."
"Not yet." These words are whispered, full of fear. Dread. As if it were some inevitable nightmare. It won't happen here, that's what she likes to tell herself, but that fear. That fear dominates her thoughts some days, like now. Because what will she do, then?
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Is that something Dualis even has?
The fact Connor thinks she seems sane is oddly comforting. She's never felt sane and, as a social outcast, most people never saw her that way. At his question, she shakes her head,"Not really. In my dreams, sometimes, but not here."
"Not yet." These words are whispered, full of fear. Dread. As if it were some inevitable nightmare. It won't happen here, that's what she likes to tell herself, but that fear. That fear dominates her thoughts some days, like now. Because what will she do, then?