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Violetta glared. Behind her eyes, a thousand voices clamoured out in sheer mindless rage, and they were all her voice, and they were buzzing like a swarm of bees. [i]"Traitor!"[/i] called out one.[i] "Liar!"[/i] said another. [i]"Theif! Infidel! Pre-cinder! Degenerate! HUMAN ROAST!"[/i] 

She reined it in, trying not to let her emotions get the better of her. She could [i]burn the lying twisty purple fiend into a pile of ash[/i] somewhere where she wouldn't be a problem, like in this lab she was meant to investigate. Or something. It was getting hard to think, with all the little bits of yourself that usually did the thinking [i]screaming bloody murder.[/i] It was worse, because she agreed with them. Labs! Think about labs. White coats. Chemicals. Test tubes. [i]Acids that would tear faces away as little girls screamed in terror, curling up into balls like cockroaches leaving nothing behind but wisps of white smoke and a convenient little grief seed she could suck the soul out of. [/i] Violetta tried her best to stay calm as she jumped from parapet to parapet, but surely her companion must've noticed something by now? 

No, it seemed like she was still talking. Violetta just managed to hide her true feelings as she turned and flapped on about something relatively unimportant, in her eyes. She nodded, and tried to seem empathic, even making a half-hearted "There there" as the tears began to flow. Not that a german-hating fiend like the girl in mauve had any real feelings, Violetta privately observed, but it was good to keep up appearances. Thank god she hadn't asked her a question, otherwise she'd looked like a real fool. But the girl seemed to have just told her some mundane secret about herself. It couldnt've been too important, and anyway, the dead didn't tell tales.