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[agnes_nitt]

As much as Agnes wants to fling herself onto the bed when she gets into the room, Perdita is still in control and considers such a gesture to be needlessly overdramatic. Instead, she calmly undresses and slips into the nightdress she found in the closet before climbing under the sheets.

If I give the body back, are you going to cry again?

Yes. No sense lying about it.

Then I'll wait. You were awfully silly down there. It wasn't your fault, and you apologized anyway.

I always do that. You know that. It wasn't entirely not my fault either. I made the choice to go with him.

Without full knowledge of what you were getting into. And with me egging you on. Don't try that with me, Nitt.

Agnes sighs. I just wish--

Careful your words, witch.

He should have told me that first.

Did you actually think he was your one true love?

No!

Would it have been any less of a lie if he'd told you before?

No, I suppose not. He lied about his name. He's obviously seeing Molly as more than a casual thing, too, despite what he says.

So it wouldn't have made any difference in your decision!

But it might have hurt less!

Perdita laughs. And because she has control of the body, the sound barks out of her lips, shattering the silence. "I know you better than that. You know yourself better."

Are you going to tell me I deserve better?

"We both know how much I think you deserve. Just sleep now, Agnes. It will help."

A subtle shift.

"Okay."