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[ She doesn't recoil from Benji's anger, though perhaps she should (it's one lesson she hasn't learned yet). Instead, it confuses her, makes her visibly uneasy but not enough to take a step away, Sophie's gaze wandering uncomfortably from his face before wandering back again and fixing on his chin rather than his eyes. I thought you were my friend, she thinks to say but maybe that isn't entirely fair. He'd been kind to her, after all; had taken her in out of the rain when nobody else would. Not even her mum and her dad had cared at the time, but Benji—

(Things feel better than they have in a long time. Sophie had done that, hadn't she?) ]

I don't understand.

[ Why you'd go along with him; why you thought doing yourself like that could ever help me. ]