[ch. 3] post-execution, w/ rebecca

[asswipe]

[Veronica's in the process of pouring herself a drink in the kitchen when Rebecca walks in.

She pauses, sets down the bottle, and... after a beat:]

Want me to pour one out for you, too?

[Let's cope badly.]

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Wow. Really? What an asshole. How old are you anyway?

[It was on her tapestry, but Rebecca can't remember all of them.]

Didn't you have family to stop him from doing that?

[asswipe]

Seventeen. [SO, YOU KNOW. Not supposed to be drinking, and yet.] He came in through the window, and—

[She sighs.]

... No offense, but the adults I knew were useless.

[disclosures]

[She makes no move to take the drink away from her.

Instead she just waves a hand in a "whatever" sort of manner.]

Don't worry about it. My parents were useless too, all they gave me was anxiety, depression and severe self-esteem issues.