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_{[She nods, slowly. That's indeed what he says. It's one of his favourite things to say, and he never really stops saying it, like it's a background noise to every other word out of his mouth.]

[...and fire ... in her hands? There's both fear and sympathy for the other girl there, and so she returns Heather's gesture from several minutes before and takes one of her hands. It's not gentle, not really, but it's the kind of grip that lets you know you're being held onto.]}

He's a liar.

_{[Which she says fiercely, but with an odd distant tone. Probably because she's almost always believed his lies, so it's a dull statement to her own ears.]}