[Well, she was going more for a streak of pride in the work she did in their last encounter. She'd like to skip over the scene in the alley with the tears and sobbing for her death. Rewinding back to where she's about to set fire to the sweater...]
Whatever. [She'll shrug and take another swallow of the drink.] Last I saw Wes back home he was tied to a chair, trying to tell me what a piece of shit I was. [She'd tried to talk to him when she got back from her visit, but things weren't exactly working for her at the time.]
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Whatever. [She'll shrug and take another swallow of the drink.] Last I saw Wes back home he was tied to a chair, trying to tell me what a piece of shit I was. [She'd tried to talk to him when she got back from her visit, but things weren't exactly working for her at the time.]