Though Lotte wanted to take comfort in the obvious fact that Sherri was nice and didn't seem too perturbed by the tension in the room, she couldn't. From either side of Ella's thorny vines came bitterness and when Bran mentioned Erik, she shut her eyes and winced. It wasn't fair on either end - Erik's or Bran's.
Regardless, even if he agreed to that scene she didn't. Lotte shook her head, backing up towards Bran. "No - I can't." She couldn't open her eyes, even if she was facing Ella and Sherri. "I can't do the death scene, I can't have his death be my fault again. Even if it's a play, I can't. You don't understand - I can't." Her hands curled up at her sides, the nails biting into her skin. "I'm sorry, I can't. Anything else? Isn't there another scene that's better?"
Ella should have understood, because she knew about the voices. But then again, Ella didn't seem to understand anything lately. "Can't you remember something else? Please?"