“When we met last night, what did we talk about?” he asked, interrupting her thoughts. She gave him an exasperated look. “Are you teasing me? Do you really not remember?” “My memories are… complicated.” “I asked if you were stuck here, if you needed help,” she said. “You told me to go home. That a house of Devils was no place for me.” “I see you didn’t heed my advice. Pity,” he murmured. “It was an agreeable encounter, then?”
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