[At that, she snorts. Never made a secret indeed.]
Yeah, I could tell.
[There's a little of that smoldering undertone in her voice... but nowhere near the intensity it had in the dream.]
[Still, she clings to it-- it's easier to be angry about Dante than it is to deal with the yawning abyss of sickening dread that is the topic of Dahlia Gillespie.]
[Not knowing what else to do, she folds her arms.]
[ACTION]
Yeah, I could tell.
[There's a little of that smoldering undertone in her voice... but nowhere near the intensity it had in the dream.]
[Still, she clings to it-- it's easier to be angry about Dante than it is to deal with the yawning abyss of sickening dread that is the topic of Dahlia Gillespie.]
[Not knowing what else to do, she folds her arms.]
Yeah.
I was the means to an end.