Thirteen wouldn't make would it easy on her, sagging back in her chair as if Amber were a droning mosquito that just won't leave her alone. Amber couldn't blame her for feeling that way, since the metaphor was more than apt, but she wouldn't let Thirteen keep that impression.
Amber straightened up a bit, not leaning quite so into Thirteen's space, widening the bubble between them. If Thirteen felt suffocated by her company, then she wouldn't open up. "I wouldn't try trick you into leaving," Amber said, sincerity shining through her words because she meant ever bit of it. "I know you wouldn't fall for it."
At this point, Amber had nothing left to her but honesty. Thirteen and the others were too jaded by her to believe anything she said, to the point that even if she did speak the truth, they'd all be skeptical. She was the bitch who cried wolf. Right now all she could do was be as honest as possible-- the best lies were built on the truth, anyway.
It was strange, though, to hear such frankness from the one who tried to hide behind vague personal statements, namelessness, and sarcasm. Amber was taken aback, but not in a bad way. She respected bluntness. And if Thirteen started this way, it meant Amber could continue in the same vein. "Oh, I don't hate you." Amber paused; not even she could make that sound plausible. "Okay, maybe I do hate your guts a little. But it's only because of this game." That was a little bit truer. "It makes me do crazy things, and I'm really starting to resent it." Amber waited for Thirteen's reaction, wanting to see just how much, and in what way, she'd scoff at her.
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Amber straightened up a bit, not leaning quite so into Thirteen's space, widening the bubble between them. If Thirteen felt suffocated by her company, then she wouldn't open up. "I wouldn't try trick you into leaving," Amber said, sincerity shining through her words because she meant ever bit of it. "I know you wouldn't fall for it."
At this point, Amber had nothing left to her but honesty. Thirteen and the others were too jaded by her to believe anything she said, to the point that even if she did speak the truth, they'd all be skeptical. She was the bitch who cried wolf. Right now all she could do was be as honest as possible-- the best lies were built on the truth, anyway.
It was strange, though, to hear such frankness from the one who tried to hide behind vague personal statements, namelessness, and sarcasm. Amber was taken aback, but not in a bad way. She respected bluntness. And if Thirteen started this way, it meant Amber could continue in the same vein. "Oh, I don't hate you." Amber paused; not even she could make that sound plausible. "Okay, maybe I do hate your guts a little. But it's only because of this game." That was a little bit truer. "It makes me do crazy things, and I'm really starting to resent it." Amber waited for Thirteen's reaction, wanting to see just how much, and in what way, she'd scoff at her.