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"Right..." Bree was still taking all this in. "So, I didn't do it? Did you know that?" That might lead to some frustration on Breanna's part, but she had to know. Besides, that was a slightly different issue than the one at hand; which was an issue Bree had forgotten about somehow in the chaos.
"Yeah... I think so. So, Black Magic... It's really just about know how far you want to/can go. Is there any way to know what's on the other side?" By now she was picking herself off the floor and stacking vertebrae up to rebuild that columnar balance she'd held so strong to a moment ago.
"I think I've had enough for today. If you don't mind, I think I'm just going to go to bed." Her eyes had preceded and repeated the thought for her with several times the volume. As Asmodeus didn't need more proof that Bree was willing be unable! Her steps were sluggish, and a final sheepish smile thrown over her shoulder would tell the counselor "sorry" in the most effective, if not stirring, way.
"Let's try again... Tomorrow." Off into sunsets of red overcast doubt went Breanna; the robotic sleep to recharge, but not dream. She'd had enough of that for today.
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