[Angel tried for a handful of moments to think of something, anything to appease Jack. The longer she tried, the more distant her thoughts became, and the more anxious she felt. As she struggled for words, her heart rate began to quicken, and she felt a cold sweat creep over her skin.]
I'm sorry. [Her voice came out strained, held back by a tightness in her throat. She lowered her device and leaned back against the bed that had been provided to her.]
I do not know how to do this, Jack. [She made no attempt to even try to call him by anything else.] I don't know how to be your daughter. Only a tool.
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I'm sorry. [Her voice came out strained, held back by a tightness in her throat. She lowered her device and leaned back against the bed that had been provided to her.]
I do not know how to do this, Jack. [She made no attempt to even try to call him by anything else.] I don't know how to be your daughter. Only a tool.