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[ It's obvious this is being filmed in one of the many temples, all cool hard stone behind her, and, given the subject matter of the video, most likely to be Hope's. Sharon does not look pleased. Furious might be the better descriptor but it's a calm sort of fury. There are a few spatters of dark blood on her cheeks, dried and cracking; old. She has no wounds just stains and memories. She leans in towards the lens and whispers: ]
So, which one of you fuckers killed me? [ Her killer could reply, he might not, but she won't stop until she finds him and returns the favor. ]
So, which one of you fuckers killed me? [ Her killer could reply, he might not, but she won't stop until she finds him and returns the favor. ]

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I don't know if those things make me not human. [ A heavy pause. ] Probably.
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[She smiles wryly at Sharon, trying to joke off the weight of the moment a little. It doesn't feel like it's working to her, though. Ellie wonders if this means Sharon is kinda like her. If maybe she doesn't know how to deal with or understand what is inside of her.]
Does it ever scare you? Maybe not being human? You don't have to answer that, it's probably fucking rude.
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Yeah, it does. And I know I won't ever have an answer. 'Mother of God' 'Sinner' 'Demon' 'Witch'. I've been called so many different things, I've come to accept that maybe it doesn't matter what I am. I'm just Sharon da Silva, daughter of Rose and Christopher. If there's one thing I'm sure I am, it's that.
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Right... That's all that matters.
I'm Ellie, daughter of Anna. [She frowns. And Joel?]
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Even uprooted, we know the truth and not even dreams or illusions can take that from us.