[There's a long, long pause before she says, still looking at the stick figures and not at him:] They made me this way. It was what they needed, what God needed.
[Part of her knows. There's something wrong inside her and she knows where the blame for that lies. But there's a disconnect between her anger about that knowledge and the things that were taught to her and beaten into her for so long. She has no other way of thinking yet, just the slight glimpse of a chance for another way that Sarah gives her. She's rebuilding her own lens through which to see the world one tiny glass shard at a time, with the good people around her and the bad people gone, but until it's done she only has old habits to fall back on.]
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[Part of her knows. There's something wrong inside her and she knows where the blame for that lies. But there's a disconnect between her anger about that knowledge and the things that were taught to her and beaten into her for so long. She has no other way of thinking yet, just the slight glimpse of a chance for another way that Sarah gives her. She's rebuilding her own lens through which to see the world one tiny glass shard at a time, with the good people around her and the bad people gone, but until it's done she only has old habits to fall back on.]