Everyone's story is the same. I woke up here and I can't leave. Just like you.
[She knows how unsatisfying that answer is, but it's entirely the truth. And she knows Victoria will grow to accept that all of this is actually real, however long that takes. It took Max a while.
There's a long pause.]
You're not dead, Victoria.
[There's something off in her tone - almost like she's not sure. And then, as though to drive the point home, but perhaps achieving just the opposite, she repeats herself:]
...You're not dead.
[She finally opens the bathroom door, jacket zipped up fully and coffee-soaked shirt in one hand. She'd rather lose a layer than have the icky feeling of wet fabric clinging to her skin.
Also, she probably should've given some warning that she was about to open the door, but how was she supposed to know Victoria was leaning on it?
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[She knows how unsatisfying that answer is, but it's entirely the truth. And she knows Victoria will grow to accept that all of this is actually real, however long that takes. It took Max a while.
There's a long pause.]
You're not dead, Victoria.
[There's something off in her tone - almost like she's not sure. And then, as though to drive the point home, but perhaps achieving just the opposite, she repeats herself:]
...You're not dead.
[She finally opens the bathroom door, jacket zipped up fully and coffee-soaked shirt in one hand. She'd rather lose a layer than have the icky feeling of wet fabric clinging to her skin.
Also, she probably should've given some warning that she was about to open the door, but how was she supposed to know Victoria was leaning on it?
Awkward.]