[Girl does love to eat, that's true! Give her a moment to collect her winnings, because she'd absolutely been placing bets before being thrown in herself, but as soon as that's finished, she takes his hand. In spite of the sweat from the adrenaline of being thrown in the ring and their brief fight, her fingers are uncharacteristically icy cold.]
So... you know me? [She doesn't sound like she doesn't believe him; rather, she sounds more apologetic. After the Dark Hour, when everyone had forgotten her, had been miserable. Knowing that she's doing the same to somebody else -- she even hit him! -- feels awful.] Sorry, I don't...
[remember. There's a weird sensation in the middle of her chest like there's something that she should know, but just can't put her finger on.]
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So... you know me? [She doesn't sound like she doesn't believe him; rather, she sounds more apologetic. After the Dark Hour, when everyone had forgotten her, had been miserable. Knowing that she's doing the same to somebody else -- she even hit him! -- feels awful.] Sorry, I don't...
[remember. There's a weird sensation in the middle of her chest like there's something that she should know, but just can't put her finger on.]