[ Alecto, for the first time, smiles. It is a terrible thing -- a baring of the lips, a revealing of the teeth. She does not remember where her tongue goes, so she runs it over those too-flat, too-white teeth, and the light catches on the spit she leaves in its wake.
Does she forgive? Can she forgive, in a body like this? She loves John. John loved her so he made her. He did not give her forgiveness.
And even if he had, she would have devoured and devoured and devoured it all, until there was nothing left. ]
No. Never. Nor do I forget.
[ Alecto brushes at the doll's hair, and for once, she is gentle. ]
You should not, either. I would know you for that, and you would not be alone.
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Does she forgive? Can she forgive, in a body like this? She loves John. John loved her so he made her. He did not give her forgiveness.
And even if he had, she would have devoured and devoured and devoured it all, until there was nothing left. ]
No. Never. Nor do I forget.
[ Alecto brushes at the doll's hair, and for once, she is gentle. ]
You should not, either. I would know you for that, and you would not be alone.