[Shuddering again, Descole lets her hands drop. It's been long enough since what Layton did to her that - honestly - she doesn't believe her double is correct. She doesn't even know how to go about starting, because living like this has become her life. Avoiding Layton, knowing that no matter how hard she's hiding, if he wanted then he could find her.
She doesn't know how she'd go about even trying to 'get through it' and end up with some sort of passable imitation of a normal life if she gets out of this place. And... the one thing that she tried to do to help with that was an unmitigated disaster from start to finish.]
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She doesn't know how she'd go about even trying to 'get through it' and end up with some sort of passable imitation of a normal life if she gets out of this place. And... the one thing that she tried to do to help with that was an unmitigated disaster from start to finish.]
I... I think you're overestimating me, double.