Maisy just sat there twiddling her thumbs for a bit, beginning halting sentences before stopping and thinking it over, only to halt again.

How did you even do something like this? Why hadn't someone ever taught her to deliver bad news?

"Fine!" She decided, looking down at her knees. "Just do it fast, like a bandaide." She looked up at the girl. "Don't freak out, but you can't log out."