( Sarissa bobs her head a little, and sighs, as she claims a spot on Sarah's bed. Her back is to Sarah as she sits on the edge, fingers curling into the sheets. )
He wanted to tell me that someone found him and— did stuff to him. Messed him up. Not for what he did to me, but— he murdered someone else, before me. I don't know if he just wanted to taunt me, or if he genuinely wanted to tell me that he didn't blame me for him getting tortured and stuff.
( She doesn't know if she should tell Sarah about Kavinsky; then she'd need to tell Sarah to keep quiet until she knows what to do, because she honestly can't piece it together, and if Sarah would want to lash out at him just for letting Sarissa think she was alone with this. Quietly, she adds: ) I feel sick.
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He wanted to tell me that someone found him and— did stuff to him. Messed him up. Not for what he did to me, but— he murdered someone else, before me. I don't know if he just wanted to taunt me, or if he genuinely wanted to tell me that he didn't blame me for him getting tortured and stuff.
( She doesn't know if she should tell Sarah about Kavinsky; then she'd need to tell Sarah to keep quiet until she knows what to do, because she honestly can't piece it together, and if Sarah would want to lash out at him just for letting Sarissa think she was alone with this. Quietly, she adds: ) I feel sick.