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[whyyy]

... That thing was already dead when I got here.

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[ She doesn't seem particularly convinced. But she doesn't seem particularly bothered by it either. Claret bends over her own knees, hair slipping from her shoulders as she gives it a peer and a prod with her shoe. (If there's blood on the toe when she pulls back, she doesn't seem bothered by that either.)

Idly, she asks: ]

Are you lying?