[her gaze cut sideways at the hesitation in Amelia's voice] Oh. Not officially, no. Still kickin' and breathin'. But sometimes it feels like I might as well be, 'cause I'm definitely not living.
[she takes another drink, but she's not cruel enough to leave it at that. Not when it seems like she's made Amelia uncomfortable enough with the implication]
I'm in prison. 25 to life, so who knows. Maybe my parole will come up in a couple'a decades.
[she says it casually, as if it didn't bother her in the least, but she doesn't look at Amelia when she says it]
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[her gaze cut sideways at the hesitation in Amelia's voice] Oh. Not officially, no. Still kickin' and breathin'. But sometimes it feels like I might as well be, 'cause I'm definitely not living.
[she takes another drink, but she's not cruel enough to leave it at that. Not when it seems like she's made Amelia uncomfortable enough with the implication]
I'm in prison. 25 to life, so who knows. Maybe my parole will come up in a couple'a decades.
[she says it casually, as if it didn't bother her in the least, but she doesn't look at Amelia when she says it]