[It's not an insult, it's merely a call back to her childhood. The echoes of the past are strong. How Alice could day dream over simple little things, like lying in the fields near her house as Lizzie tried to read to her. Or the colors of the leaves in the fall.
The smell after rain.
The truth is, Alice has punished herself so deep in her mind, for eleven years. Never mind Rutledge and Dr. Bumby, she has always felt like she didn't deserve it. It was better off being dead. Oh, Alice, haven't you've come so far from being from Rutledge? From catatonic, to raving mad, and finally to a young woman who can't even understand what it means to live simply.
It's the trauma and powerful memories that hold her down. The embers and their cries as Alice couldn't do anything but climb out the window with Dinah. It's funny how a man she just met isn't forcing her to think something -- just giving advice. Alice can deal with this.
Kind of.
Bumby is dead. She killed him for the murder of her family. So now what?]
...
Like the rooftops...? I understand more than just why they're easy to travel, they must be comforting. You're not under the confinement of all of those people and all of that insidious games that this place creates.
I have forgotten what that is like. It is foreign to me.
[Alice will say that much and don't expect a confession from her for a while. Everything is gone.]
Is this place like that to you? Something different and new for you to embrace?
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[It's not an insult, it's merely a call back to her childhood. The echoes of the past are strong. How Alice could day dream over simple little things, like lying in the fields near her house as Lizzie tried to read to her. Or the colors of the leaves in the fall.
The smell after rain.
The truth is, Alice has punished herself so deep in her mind, for eleven years. Never mind Rutledge and Dr. Bumby, she has always felt like she didn't deserve it. It was better off being dead. Oh, Alice, haven't you've come so far from being from Rutledge? From catatonic, to raving mad, and finally to a young woman who can't even understand what it means to live simply.
It's the trauma and powerful memories that hold her down. The embers and their cries as Alice couldn't do anything but climb out the window with Dinah. It's funny how a man she just met isn't forcing her to think something -- just giving advice. Alice can deal with this.
Kind of.
Bumby is dead. She killed him for the murder of her family. So now what?]
...
Like the rooftops...? I understand more than just why they're easy to travel, they must be comforting. You're not under the confinement of all of those people and all of that insidious games that this place creates.
I have forgotten what that is like. It is foreign to me.
[Alice will say that much and don't expect a confession from her for a while. Everything is gone.]
Is this place like that to you? Something different and new for you to embrace?