[There's certainty to the way she says it, and an understated intensity, like she thinks she needs to convince or reassure Harold of that fact. She's the sort of person who nearly always lands on her feet, moving forward immediately after a crisis event - which isn't at all the same as moving on and forgetting, but she's well aware of how similar they look. She honors her dead in her own private way: by getting a tattoo, by keeping a memento, by letting them persist as a little voice in the back of her head that guides her actions going forward. And speaking of.
She stands and leaves the room, moving into the back bedroom - not to rebuff Harold, but to pull out the box she has tucked away in the back of her closet, unearthing the ridiculous bunny slippers.]
She loved us both.
[She says, holding out the slippers for him to take.]
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[There's certainty to the way she says it, and an understated intensity, like she thinks she needs to convince or reassure Harold of that fact. She's the sort of person who nearly always lands on her feet, moving forward immediately after a crisis event - which isn't at all the same as moving on and forgetting, but she's well aware of how similar they look. She honors her dead in her own private way: by getting a tattoo, by keeping a memento, by letting them persist as a little voice in the back of her head that guides her actions going forward. And speaking of.
She stands and leaves the room, moving into the back bedroom - not to rebuff Harold, but to pull out the box she has tucked away in the back of her closet, unearthing the ridiculous bunny slippers.]
She loved us both.
[She says, holding out the slippers for him to take.]
And the Machine.