Misa sits down and seems to sag against the mattress, shoulders hunched. This might have been easier to weather if Lazarus would get angry.
"I do trust you. I don't trust me— my other. I didn't want anyone to think less of me, or... think I was like that. Now I'm just afraid of becoming her."
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Misa sits down and seems to sag against the mattress, shoulders hunched. This might have been easier to weather if Lazarus would get angry.
"I do trust you. I don't trust me— my other. I didn't want anyone to think less of me, or... think I was like that. Now I'm just afraid of becoming her."