[A door closing is heard before footsteps.]
?: “… Yeah… Here’s your phone…”
[A thud is heard as Jenny’s phone is seemingly thrown onto the couch.]
J: “Thank god, okay, okay, I need to check on Edgar, I haven’t heard anything because you had my phone and—”
J: “… Oh… I uh. Missed it.”
?: “… Yeah… So no worrying… Like I said…”
J: “I mean, you have to admit that that’s something to worry about…”
[The room is quiet for a long while.]
J: “… Are you uh… Will you ever get that removed?”
?: “… Hm? … Get what removed?”
J: “Your, uh… Your leftover mask part, over your eye. That can’t be good for your mental health.”
?: “… I barely notice it’s there.”
J: “Daff, that’s not necessarily a good thing.”
[A creak is heard as the worker sits on the couch.]
?: “… Am I even allowed back in the hospital, really…?”
J: “I mean, I think you’d have to be, they can’t just refuse a patient I don’t think.”
[The room falls silent again, but Jenny is heard turning and tapping the worker’s shoulder lightly.]
J: “… What are you thinking about?”
[The worker’s voice is hesitant as they answer.]
?: “… What if I don’t want it removed?”
[Jenny makes a startled noise at their question, but seems to force a calm response.]
J: “Uh, that’s… your choice, I suppose.”
J: “… I just worry that that… thing is part of why you’ve been so quiet. You’ve never been so silent before, but ever since…”
?: “… Ever since I died, I know…”
J: “… Yeah… Do you… want to talk abou—”
J: “… Okay… Again, I worry for your mental health, so—”
[An air of disbelief hangs in the room.]
J: “… Daff, you sound like me.”
?: “… Then I sound like Edgar too…”
J: “Yeah… Again, sometimes not a good thing.”
?: “… I didn’t learn it from you two, if that’s what you’re thinking…”
?: “… To hide my emotions in an attempt to benefit other people…”
J: “So you admit you do that?”
?: “… I just… don’t have them.”
?: “… I don’t have emotions.”
J: “Daff, that’s a boldfaced lie. I’ve seen you.”
?: “… Then I meant ‘not anymore’.”
J: “Okay, but what about that horror game you talked my ear off about the other day? … You were smiling.”
[The worker goes silent at that.]
J: “Daffodil, talk to me… I miss seeing you smile like that.”
[The worker hums in response, but takes a moment to start talking. It seems they’ve decided to finally talk about what they were asked.]
?: “… I don’t let myself have emotions. Not willingly. Not anymore.”
[The worker cuts her off before she can scold them.]
?: “Do you… remember your death?”
J: “From the security? … Unfortunately, yes.”
J: “… What do you mean ‘the whole thing’? I was chased, I… died. And the next thing I knew I was back and—”
?: “… So nothing between then?”
?: “… When you were dead… You… don’t remember the feeling of being dead?”
[Jenny inhales, but only speaks after a minute.]
[The worker answers simply, as if they hadn’t confirmed such a horrific thing.]
?: “It was… cold… Freezing cold… I remember I couldn’t open my eyes… I had no strength in my body at all… I could barely think at first, but… then I felt the pain again.”
[They take a moment to gather their thoughts, then continue.]
?: “… I felt myself get lifted up from the floor… I felt colder then, despite not being on the tile anymore… More like a chill up my spine… I couldn’t move, but I could feel, and when I was lifted from the ground… it was the coldest I had ever been.”
[They take a deep breath.]
?: “I recognized the voice I was hearing after a while. I didn’t get a headache. I didn’t feel any physical pain remembering him… But I wanted to sob. I wanted to scream. I wanted to say something. To tell him that I was still conscious, to tell him to put me down, to ask him so many questions… but I couldn’t.”
[Another breath, this time shakier.]
[They choke on their breath this time, and it becomes audibly clear that they’re crying. Their voice gets quiet with emotion.]
?: “Then I felt a pain in my neck… Like a pinch. And I stopped feeling anything… No physical feeling, but I was… still able to think… the whole time… The whole time…”
[The couch creaks as they move to hug themself.]
[There’s an eerie silence in the apartment, lasting about 3 minutes.]
J: “… I’m so sorry, daffodil…”
[The worker’s voice has returned to what it was before. Distant and devoid of emotion.]
?: “Emotions get people hurt, Jenny, let me have this… It’s the only comfort I have.”
?: “… I’m fine… Let’s… do something else for a while.”
[Jenny falls silent, but after a while she’s heard standing up and walking off. She comes back after a few seconds, handing something to the worker. Things on the device she handed them clack around as they seem to fidget with it.]
J: “… Power Washing Simulator?”
[There’s 6 minutes of silence, minus quiet gameplay noises. Quietly, the worker’s voice is heard again, higher and softer.]
?: “… That was hard for me to talk about… Thank you for listening to me…”
J: “Anytime, sweetheart…”
J: “… I love you too, daffodil.”
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