[ She nearly drags it to 'no' immediately to make him stop digging, stop looking, let her rot in peace - but his choice of words makes her hesitate. Justice still brings to mind laughter that sounds like knives with far too many teeth, and it's oddly reassuring against the onset of panic that her death brings forward. He only wanted to help. But help can lead to it's own brand of danger, if left unchecked, and she can't watch that happen again.
So instead the planchette slowly carves a message across the Ouija board, Aradia watching carefully to make sure it's understood. She has to trim her sentences to make it easier, but hopefully the meaning gets across unscathed. The lack of punctuation on this thing is a terrible design oversight.
'You can look if you want. But I can't keep it from seeing you too. Keep that in mind, okay.' Then she hesitates, watches the candles flickering in time to her slow tugging, tries to push her thoughts back from where she doesn't want to go. 'A new topic would be nice.' ]
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So instead the planchette slowly carves a message across the Ouija board, Aradia watching carefully to make sure it's understood. She has to trim her sentences to make it easier, but hopefully the meaning gets across unscathed. The lack of punctuation on this thing is a terrible design oversight.
'You can look if you want. But I can't keep it from seeing you too. Keep that in mind, okay.' Then she hesitates, watches the candles flickering in time to her slow tugging, tries to push her thoughts back from where she doesn't want to go. 'A new topic would be nice.' ]