She put the kettle on the stove, before taking a seat at the counter. No point in watching it boil - it'd only make her more nervous, which the voice was doing all on his (she'd settled on that proun) own. Her hands fiddled in her lap and she frowned.
Of course she had. Well recently. Before it seemed unlucky or a sign of her own insanity. After talking with Ella and the events in the building, she had a better reasoning. Old memories, ones that matched with how she felt yesterday.
Lotte opened her mouth then paused. Us. That didn't match, if he was him wouldn't he have talked about himself? She raised a hand to her forehead, not liking what it meant. "Because of before," Lotte said slowly. Please, please don't be real- "The fairy tales and fables - well I'm not and neither are some of the others..." She took a deep breath looking to the kettle then to her pan. "It was a book before Webber got his horrible hands on it..."
She paused, unsure of it. It was like talking to her psychiatrist again. Why did she try and talk to the voices? Why did she think she heard them? Why did she like some and not that one?
"You scared me before," Lotte said, biting her lip for a moment. "Before before. I don't- I can't help that." It wasn't him, it wasn't like yesterday obviously but... Lotte still felt like she needed an excuse. Maybe apologize, even though it probably was in her head and she really was crazy...