[Dan leans back on the bench, hooks his arm over the back of it, and taps his fingernails against the wood. He doesn't look at her - his attention is somewhere in the middle-distance, not quite focused on a nearby garden wall. His eyes narrow, lips slightly pursed in thought, then he clicks his tongue against the back of his teeth and pulls in a quick breath.]
So we kill 'er. If we kill 'er. What then. People in this place got this habit of not stayin' dead.
[And really, crazy mirror or not, there's no use in doing away with the witch if she's only going to come back worse.]
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So we kill 'er. If we kill 'er. What then. People in this place got this habit of not stayin' dead.
[And really, crazy mirror or not, there's no use in doing away with the witch if she's only going to come back worse.]