"Of course they never let us be with only one of these," Diana complains, though she still intends to participate. Her frustration is general, for the whole sick show of it all.
The machine pings and clicks away, then spits out a card with a new sin.
no subject
The machine pings and clicks away, then spits out a card with a new sin.
Murder.
She nearly rolls her eyes at that.
"I believe that is misrepresented."