As if having some weird doctor knowing intimate details of her life wasn't enough, having him proclaim them to her as a disembodied voice was even more unsettling-- as if things could actually be any more unsettling.
"I can still do that," she was quick to respond, in a tone was was both overly defensive and exasperated. Elle tried to crane her neck to follow the way he was circling her like some kind of vulture, but it was a futile effort. "You're lucky you're wearing that stupid suit, or you'd be one of the fried people."
You'll never be that good again.
That was the part that stuck with her. More than any of the other things the doctor had said, that was the sentence that resounded in her head. So what if Claude was right. Maybe it was some kind of … holding onto her daddy issues and not being able to forgive herself … thing. But she wasn't talking to anyone about it. Not here, and not with the doctor, no matter how much he tried to pry or poke and prod her. Even if he could help, she didn't want to be that vulnerable. Pinehearst would have made it easy. There would have been some drug for her to take, some Haitian pill or something, and that would have magically fixed everything.
"Gee, I wonder what happened. My dad just died, how am I supposed to feel? Like throwing a parade?" Shouldn't he already know? He knew everything else ...
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"I can still do that," she was quick to respond, in a tone was was both overly defensive and exasperated. Elle tried to crane her neck to follow the way he was circling her like some kind of vulture, but it was a futile effort. "You're lucky you're wearing that stupid suit, or you'd be one of the fried people."
You'll never be that good again.
That was the part that stuck with her. More than any of the other things the doctor had said, that was the sentence that resounded in her head. So what if Claude was right. Maybe it was some kind of … holding onto her daddy issues and not being able to forgive herself … thing. But she wasn't talking to anyone about it. Not here, and not with the doctor, no matter how much he tried to pry or poke and prod her. Even if he could help, she didn't want to be that vulnerable. Pinehearst would have made it easy. There would have been some drug for her to take, some Haitian pill or something, and that would have magically fixed everything.
"Gee, I wonder what happened. My dad just died, how am I supposed to feel? Like throwing a parade?" Shouldn't he already know? He knew everything else ...