“What do you mean?”
“You’re telling me what I am. It’s very informative, but I’m not that person.”
“You know I care about you.”
“What I don’t know is why caring about me means informing me about my personality.”
“That Frater—he tricked me.”
“This is terrible!”
“I don’t like it and I don’t like him, but it’s not relevant.”
“Why did you tell me … Oh, I get it. You want the world to knuckle down and behave. Like when we were kids. Tell us who we are and we’re to behave like that.”
“Just stop this at once. This is not about me. It’s about you.”
“Okay, tell me.” Melissa was tired of everything at that moment and didn’t care about the climax that was going to come or the effects. She just wanted Zelda to be clear and to hit a wall and then she wanted to move on. She wasn’t listening out
