[ ... ahhh. that's what it is. the things she felt in those memories were horrifying, yes, and she experienced them as if they were her own, but they aren't hers. and she does know that much, in a detached way that doesn't diminish the horror of it. the real problem is that — she saw those things, felt all of that, and there isn't anything she can do about it.
it isn't hers to deal with. it's Gerda's, alone, and Mona can't see how she could possibly even help her. it's so much more terrible because she's felt it, but all she can do is let go of it and move on, all the while knowing what it is that Gerda has to confront.
Mona's next breath is a shuddering exhale, but — she seems to be calming down, somewhat. ]
... You're right. I'm sorry. It was just— [ she audibly retches. ] —I'm sorry.
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it isn't hers to deal with. it's Gerda's, alone, and Mona can't see how she could possibly even help her. it's so much more terrible because she's felt it, but all she can do is let go of it and move on, all the while knowing what it is that Gerda has to confront.
Mona's next breath is a shuddering exhale, but — she seems to be calming down, somewhat. ]
... You're right. I'm sorry. It was just— [ she audibly retches. ] —I'm sorry.