[ There's a bit of time where Lydia actually just replays this message. Not once, not twice, but three times like that will make it seem any less weird. It will not heal you, he says but Lydia knows herself ( or what she's supposed to be ) and what made her tick before Peter Hale was ever even a thought in her mind. She could talk about everything until she's blue in the face, but he'd still be there, the monster under her bed, the part of her mind that isn't hers and maybe— ]
You know.
[ You've done this before is what she really means but that doesn't make sense for her to type, she thinks. ]
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You know.
[ You've done this before is what she really means but that doesn't make sense for her to type, she thinks. ]