[her hands ball into fists in her lap, fingers clutching into the fabric of her skirt. she closes her eyes, feels more anger mixed with her mourning over her lost friends, although it isn't directed at Percy. Natalie. . . why didn't she trust them? why didn't she let them try to figure out what to do about Dr. Lecter and Will together?]
[why did she take away their only known means of ending this game?]
[when she speaks, it's quiet]
. . . please read to us what she wrote. I want to hear from her in her own words.
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[her hands ball into fists in her lap, fingers clutching into the fabric of her skirt. she closes her eyes, feels more anger mixed with her mourning over her lost friends, although it isn't directed at Percy. Natalie. . . why didn't she trust them? why didn't she let them try to figure out what to do about Dr. Lecter and Will together?]
[why did she take away their only known means of ending this game?]
[when she speaks, it's quiet]
. . . please read to us what she wrote. I want to hear from her in her own words.