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Why? He studied my face like he'd memorize it.

Just to see if I can.

I shook my head. I'm not competing with you, Richard, or anyone else. I don't give a shit who's better or faster or braver.

He held on with both hands. Why do you have to do this? Just tell me that. You're so scared your mouth is dry. I can taste it on your breath.

Why? and the anger was more than a faint hint now.

He clutched the flashlight tighter. Why? And somehow I thought the question was about more than the oubliette and why I had to climb inside it.

Why? Why do you need to know that? You've proven to me and everyone here that you're tough. You don't have anything left to prove to us.

I looked at him, at the puzzlement in his face, his eyes, which had bled back to their normal, perfect brown. I'd been trying to explain shit like this to Richard for a few years now. I finally realized that he would never understand and I was tired of trying to explain myself, not just to Richard, to everybody.

Just to see if I can.

Give me the flashlight, Richard.

He knelt beside me and spoke softly, I can smell your fear. I know you don't like close places.

Then why do it?

I looked at him, at the puzzlement in his face, his eyes, which had bled back to their normal, perfect brown. I'd been trying to explain shit like this to Richard for a few years now. I finally realized that he would never understand and I was tired of trying to explain myself, not just to Richard, to everybody.

Why? Why do you need to know that? You've proven to me and everyone here that you're tough. You don't have anything left to prove to us.

He shook his head. I let this happen. I'll get him out.

If I can crawl down into that hole.

He shook his head. This isn't courage, Anita, this is stubbornness.

I shook my head. I'm not competing with you, Richard, or anyone else. I don't give a shit who's better or faster or braver.

He shook his head. This isn't courage, Anita, this is stubbornness.

I held my hand out for the flashlight.

And I can taste fresh blood on yours, but I have to do it because it scares me.

Because it scares me, and I have to know if I can.

And I can taste fresh blood on yours, but I have to do it because it scares me.

Why? Why do you need to know that? You've proven to me and everyone here that you're tough. You don't have anything left to prove to us.

Why? He studied my face like he'd memorize it.

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