VOIDSY: Is that your best offer, Spit?
VOIDSY: You’re making her choose between leaving and spending the rest of her life dealing with the damage you’ve done, or staying with you and letting you make things worse and worse.
VOIDSY: You’re making it seem like it’s her fault when you hurt her- it’s for her own good, right?
VOIDSY: Bullshit.
VOIDSY: No wonder your own sister doesn’t want to be around you anymore.
VOIDSY: Who hurt you, Spit?
VOIDSY: Who taught you to hurt others before they can hurt you?
Spit snorts, unable to hold her snickering back.
SPIT: Who hurt me?
SPIT: You looking for a tragic backstory? Somebody had to go and mess me up and now I’m bad.
SPIT: That’s how it works, right? You’re gonna crack me open and figure out just what makes me so terrible, and then fix me right up. Save me, even!
SPIT: That’s you. The hero of the story.
SPIT: You know what, hero? Go ahead and ask whatever you want to cute lil’ Hark here.
SPIT: Let’s see how you do.
Well…it’s a patronizing opportunity, but it’s an opportunity.
VOIDSY: Hark…you’re working with Wax’s TCPs, right?
VOIDSY: Have you met any of them?
VOIDSY: What did they seem like?
VOIDSY: How did they treat you and each other?
Hark doesn’t respond, avoiding eye contact.
VOIDSY:…Is there anything we can do for you?
It seems like Hark’s going to answer for just a moment, but you see Spit squeeze her, leaving deep scratches across her arm.