Really? How'd you know it wouldn't be permanent? I thought I died. I seriously thought I was done. [ hhhhh god she wants to ask her about Tate but she knows she just shouldn't even go there. probably. ] I realized it was a nightmare after a while, but it took some time. I mean my world was... it was exactly the same.
... Yeah. Yeah. Me too. But I ran, I mean I didn't know it was a friend until it was kinda too late to even- Yeah. [ S Q U I N T. sigh. pause. ] Was it Tate?
[ the shrug can be heard in her voice, but her tone doesn't fluctuate somewhere between careless and thoughtful. the juxtaposition might seem unnatural any other way- but something about it fits. ]
Maybe? [ a sigh. ]
I dunno. He had a friend, back in highschool. [ it sounds so real, but that's because she knows how to sell it. because hayley plans and plans even if she does nothing else. she doesn't like tate. but he's useful. and hayley has no intention of letting a perfectly good tool go to waste. ] They were close I guess, and he blames himself for not stopping the guy- from what he did. [ off camera, her head shakes, and just there, there's enough of a self-conscious tremble to make it through. ]
Oh. [ Wichita's too willing to buy it. the woman in the nightmare called her killer Tate, it- it was him. but not him, she was so sure. Tate isn't a killer. he can't be. he's not like Moriarty, not even like Keller. and maybe this ship really has made her gone soft, because she accepts that maybe Tate's nightmare is becoming the killer his friend was. it wasn't really Tate. just a copy, a nightmare. like Little Rock. sure. ]
His mom was kind of a bitch. [ deflect, deflect, deflect. she tries for a sarcastic lift to her tone, but it's not the same as it usually is. ] Did you get to meet her too?
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And someone was trying to kill me. Somebody I know?
Knowing how it'd end, I guess I just figured I wanted it to happen on my own terms.
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Yeah. Pretty messed up, huh?
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Was that his house?
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Maybe? [ a sigh. ]
I dunno. He had a friend, back in highschool. [ it sounds so real, but that's because she knows how to sell it. because hayley plans and plans even if she does nothing else. she doesn't like tate. but he's useful. and hayley has no intention of letting a perfectly good tool go to waste. ] They were close I guess, and he blames himself for not stopping the guy- from what he did. [ off camera, her head shakes, and just there, there's enough of a self-conscious tremble to make it through. ]
But that's his story I guess.
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His mom was kind of a bitch. [ deflect, deflect, deflect. she tries for a sarcastic lift to her tone, but it's not the same as it usually is. ] Did you get to meet her too?
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No kidding right? What a nutjob.