(Beverly kneels on the sandy bank of the river with Tasha's flower, though she doesn't put it in the water yet. Her thumbs run over its plastic petals as she thinks about Tasha. Part of her refuses to accept Tasha's death as part of any greater plan but there is something appealing in the notion that maybe that day wasn't truly Tasha's last, that maybe she's continued on in some way in the universe.)
I don't know.
(She knows Lucretia does, of course, but it's never really been something they've talked about before.)
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I don't know.
(She knows Lucretia does, of course, but it's never really been something they've talked about before.)
I find it... difficult. To believe.