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Annalee looks at Timothy, and at Samael. Her head is starting to clear, and she sees the way that Timothy is looking at her. Anger. Hurt. He was so easy to hurt, it hardly mattered, right? But she hadn't wanted to do that. She hadn't wanted to bring him here at all, had she? It was confusing. And now Samael was tormenting Elodie, looking at her with those eyes. What had she done? She...needed to think. She needed to get out of here. This wasn't who she wanted to be. Wasn't what she wanted to do. She was a witch! A master and lord of monstrous dealings. Not a slave. Not a servant! Timmy was right to be disappointed. She owed him better than that.

Samael, you're not looking at her right now, you're focused on Elodie, but you can feel the difference as Annalee stands up on her own feet and walks away from you, over to where Timmy is standing. Though we'll certainly hear from Elodie first before anyone else can move further than that.

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