by Miriam Bell » Sun Sep 27, 2015 2:40 am
For a moment Miriam looks almost a bit pensive as she looks at Will. The green-haired girl seems to almost have completely forgotten about what set this off in the first place already. This has to have something to do with the mysterious construct in her mind, but... then why had that looming shadow felt so familiar? In a way it almost felt like the shaping of Will's metaphorical clay in her mindscape had. The way her thoughts guided Will's. Her own will superimposed on Will's. She'd made sure it hadn't caused any distress but technically she hadn't asked for consent before she'd started shoring things up. It was just too easy to mold peoples' minds once far enough in their psyche.
Is it possible she'd lost control without noticing? Done something that warranted such a strong feeling of revulsion and terror? She'd been angry and frustrated with Sam, jealous even, of Will's misguided devotion. It's been years since her last major slip of her anchored sense of self, but... it happened today. How much could she really trust herself? Could she say with absolute certainty that this wasn't her doing? She wants to, but deep down she knows she can't. He'd called her Mel without even noticing and what's disturbing is that she's painfully aware of how she would go about making the conscious mind gloss over inconsistencies like that. It's something she was capable of doing and worse, she's reshaped peoples' minds without recollection before. What if all the experts and tests had missed something? What if she was slipping? As much as she likes to think that her time in Muir is behind her and that the last couple years she'd just been there to finish her education out of convenience, the truth is that this is the first time she's been outside of that controlled environment for any extended period of time.
She swiftly knocks back her drink to suppress a shudder. "Cheers..." she says, but she doesn't feel very cheerful at all.