[There's her father lying dead in a pool of blood, lying dead in an otherwise pristine scene. There's guilt now, a weight bearing down on her and a knowledge as constant and fresh as her own heartbeat -- bad, bad, bad --
Esther watches Ned collapse into the chair, watches the neighbor's body fall to the ground one more time. She sees a woman sit up, healthy and whole after her death, and she's unaware her entire body is tense. Her fingernails are digging into her palms, and her breathing is labored.]
Yes.
[She takes a few steps closer then settles to the floor, legs crisscrossed in front of her, and looks solemnly up at Ned, doing her best to focus on him here and now.] Is there something wrong with your head?
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Esther watches Ned collapse into the chair, watches the neighbor's body fall to the ground one more time. She sees a woman sit up, healthy and whole after her death, and she's unaware her entire body is tense. Her fingernails are digging into her palms, and her breathing is labored.]
Yes.
[She takes a few steps closer then settles to the floor, legs crisscrossed in front of her, and looks solemnly up at Ned, doing her best to focus on him here and now.] Is there something wrong with your head?