hadriel | voice

I'm still hung up on that whole paintball thing. I know I shouldn't be. It wasn't my fault. Wasn't any of our faults. Brainwashing in any form's not cool.

[She still wonders if it was her fault. If some part of her is more like her father, or even Hannibal, than she admits to herself.]

I got a free gun out of it. So that's something. I guess.

And in other news, if I wore a shirt that said 'nudist on strike' in big, colourful letters - all of you'd know I'm not really a nudist, right? I found the shirt and I hate for anything to be wasted. I also found one that says 'Joyful Santas of the world unite.' Not sure what that means, but a shirt's a shirt. Maybe I'll wear a red and green scarf with it. Can't let it be wasted either.

[She pauses for a moment as the thought occurs to her that her father would think she wasted her paintball victims by leaving them on the ground to be sent to a party, instead of using them in the way he would have.]

So what are the best, or worst, shirts the rest of you found? I can't be the only one.

[She's trying to distract herself.]