[Maya’s probably got a point. In fact, in the few portions of a second that Farrah holds the knife in the air, she can’t help but think—
The knife that had been covered in Farrah’s own blood just weeks ago. The knife that Maya had found, that had sent her into such a panic. Sent her running to Farrah. The relief in Maya’s eyes——-
She doesn’t reply to any of this. She just continues to wail.]
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The knife that had been covered in Farrah’s own blood just weeks ago. The knife that Maya had found, that had sent her into such a panic. Sent her running to Farrah. The relief in Maya’s eyes——-
She doesn’t reply to any of this. She just continues to wail.]