She inched closer, seeing just how far she could get to him before he jolted away from her like a squirrel. Merope seemed frightened and hadn't relaxed in a while, she easily shifted closer and looked directly at him,"...It's my great-grandmum's name. She was so much better than me. I'm being good, I won't be bad. -- Making you mad is bad, talking back is bad, not doing what you say is bad." Merope didn't move any closer, if anything, she seemed afraid to but at the same time there was something different. She was afraid all of the time, it didn't matter where she was or who she was with.
Merope noticed the water rising,"...Do you think...we'll die in here?" Not that she minded anyway, she was more worried about the make beside her.
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