[Her eyes well up with tears, and she jerks her hand down as if he's slapped it. Her words fail rapidly, any determined battle cry she could have offered to the sound of the music too quiet.
At least she can still scream.]
What do you mean, done it before? Talk to me, Stephen! Tell me what you were thinking! Why you're willing to let everyone die!
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At least she can still scream.]
What do you mean, done it before? Talk to me, Stephen! Tell me what you were thinking! Why you're willing to let everyone die!