[ That statement pierces, a brief shrill jolt of emotion and anxiety. She swallows it down, the expression on her face unchanging despite a faint downward turn to an already sullen mouth. Yes. She has asked herself such a question as the days have progressed. She has wondered if she herself is irredeemable, unworthy. She wonders about some of the other hosts, even ones she loves.
She looks away. ]
I do not know if they have the luxury to question such things.
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She looks away. ]
I do not know if they have the luxury to question such things.