[It doesn't matter, Misty tells herself, and then she tries saying it out loud:]
It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter, who cares; I can work with this.
[She sinks to the floor of Taylor's empty cabin and listlessly looks through a few more pages of the file, though she gives up when she realizes that she's been turning pages but not actually retaining any information. She tells herself to get up; to use this opportunity to look around the room. Instead, she hunches into herself and cries for her missing warden, off in god-knows-where doing god-knows-what, almost certainly never to be seen again.
She'll sit there for hours. If Taylor doesn't come back in that time, she'll eventually leave, the file left abandoned on the floor.]
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It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter, who cares; I can work with this.
[She sinks to the floor of Taylor's empty cabin and listlessly looks through a few more pages of the file, though she gives up when she realizes that she's been turning pages but not actually retaining any information. She tells herself to get up; to use this opportunity to look around the room. Instead, she hunches into herself and cries for her missing warden, off in god-knows-where doing god-knows-what, almost certainly never to be seen again.
She'll sit there for hours. If Taylor doesn't come back in that time, she'll eventually leave, the file left abandoned on the floor.]