[Lucy's first snap was immediate, a piece of glass skittering away across the floor tiles as her next sweep of the broom was just as agitated.]
Because—
[She was like that. She'd always been like that, since she was small; it was how she survived, how she was listened to, and so what if people didn't want to talk to her again? It's not like anyone—
...said as much, to her? Confronted that anger, and threw it back into her face?
The irritation on Lucy's face wavered and she looked away, brows still furrowed and shoulders still tense. She didn't finish the sentence.]
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Because—
[She was like that. She'd always been like that, since she was small; it was how she survived, how she was listened to, and so what if people didn't want to talk to her again? It's not like anyone—
...said as much, to her? Confronted that anger, and threw it back into her face?
The irritation on Lucy's face wavered and she looked away, brows still furrowed and shoulders still tense. She didn't finish the sentence.]