[Her cries slowly stop, and she wipes her face. She takes back her paper. She writes:
"I'm sorry... please understand, I'm not blaming you. I argued. The argument ended. I did everything in my power. That was not enough. I can... understand."
Oh, god, could she understand. She was used to being powerless, after all.
"But, I don't think you understand Battler. He said things to me that were profoundly disturbing. Things which no one else would understand."
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[Her cries slowly stop, and she wipes her face. She takes back her paper. She writes:
"I'm sorry... please understand, I'm not blaming you. I argued. The argument ended. I did everything in my power. That was not enough. I can... understand."
Oh, god, could she understand. She was used to being powerless, after all.
"But, I don't think you understand Battler. He said things to me that were profoundly disturbing. Things which no one else would understand."
A slight pause, then she adds:
"Tell me Dr, do you believe in witchcraft?"]