[The circle is just about in this room. And maybe next door--Tess. Ellie fiddles with the sleeve of her shirt. Friends are... difficult, to put it lightly. Plenty of people here are nice enough, kind to her, but she just has a hard time meeting them halfway. She tells herself it's for their own good, for her own. Everyone either dies or leaves her.
Can't happen if you don't have people to die on you or leave.]
Tess, I guess. She could handle it, and we're... better than we were.
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Can't happen if you don't have people to die on you or leave.]
Tess, I guess. She could handle it, and we're... better than we were.
[Friends? Maybe.]