Honestly, Sheila. You've kept a corpse icebox unremarked upon for four weeks of murder investigations. If I'd done any of the murders I'd just tell you.
That's so nice of you! And if you ever do kill someone, for whatever reason, I hope you tell me because I would cover for you. As thanks for, you know, being cool with my corpse icebox.
[She would absolutely hide a corpse for her. Just saying.]
[Harrow has made a mistake because Sheila has just now decided to make a whole thing out of this. She reaches forward to grip her shoulders. No escape now, binch.]
I think you're a bright, resourceful, quick-thinking young woman with with an amazing future ahead of you. I'm so glad we met, and I'm proud to call you a friend.
[She really has. She doesn't know what to do with this level of nice mom-like sincerity while being grabbed by the shoulders? She hunches her shoulders a little and can't make eye contact. Mortified.]
Ah.
[Just. Give her a second.]
Er. Sheila. I thought you were likely one of the people here I'd be able to understand least, given our respective life experiences, but I've found that isn't true at all. [Because it's relatable you're into corpses too, but also because Sheila is just chill.] I think you are very clever and frankly disarming, and I - admire your sense of morality.
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You're right - neither is an easy thing to do.
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[SLOWLY. Harrow, sweetie...]
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No?
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[She considers this.]
I would rather admit to the crimes, actually.
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That would require committing crimes in the first place.
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That's so nice of you! And if you ever do kill someone, for whatever reason, I hope you tell me because I would cover for you. As thanks for, you know, being cool with my corpse icebox.
[She would absolutely hide a corpse for her. Just saying.]
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The same to you. I would hope for a reasonable explanation, but only because I begin to feel I will go mad.
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[A binch will be knives out if she ever finds out who killed Kaz or Luca, smh.]
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If you feel that you must.
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Ahem! Harrowhark...
[Harrow has made a mistake because Sheila has just now decided to make a whole thing out of this. She reaches forward to grip her shoulders. No escape now, binch.]
I think you're a bright, resourceful, quick-thinking young woman with with an amazing future ahead of you. I'm so glad we met, and I'm proud to call you a friend.
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Ah.
[Just. Give her a second.]
Er. Sheila. I thought you were likely one of the people here I'd be able to understand least, given our respective life experiences, but I've found that isn't true at all. [Because it's relatable you're into corpses too, but also because Sheila is just chill.] I think you are very clever and frankly disarming, and I - admire your sense of morality.
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Sheila beams at her, letting go of her shoulders in order to place her hands over her own chest.]
Aw... That's so sweet. I'm really happy we managed to find common ground, too!
[Even if it involves, you know, corpses. And bones. And surviving a horrific vore baby fieldtrip.]
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Yes. Know that I appreciate you.
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Thank you. I appreciate you, too.