[Carla has a set of keys in her hand. two of them are long and ornate, the other is pink. She has Peanut in her lap, a wilted rose on the table. She's staring quietly at nothing, for a long time, but the video isn't an accident.]
I loved him.
[A shocking admission from someone so resentful of the emotion. She turns the keys over in her hand, listening to them clink. But then she's quiet again, for a long time. The puppy in her lap squirms and wriggles, hiccuping up smoke. Carla pets him with her other hand before her eyes fall intently on to the camera. She's decided something.]
I want Rex. Don't make me hurt you, Gazelle.
[Message to Blood+ Folk]
[She holds up the pink key. It's to the mansion.]
Should I give it back now?
[She asks the question gruffly, but the truth is she'd rather not give it up.]
I loved him.
[A shocking admission from someone so resentful of the emotion. She turns the keys over in her hand, listening to them clink. But then she's quiet again, for a long time. The puppy in her lap squirms and wriggles, hiccuping up smoke. Carla pets him with her other hand before her eyes fall intently on to the camera. She's decided something.]
I want Rex. Don't make me hurt you, Gazelle.
[Message to Blood+ Folk]
[She holds up the pink key. It's to the mansion.]
Should I give it back now?
[She asks the question gruffly, but the truth is she'd rather not give it up.]
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