The lightbulb finally lit up. Trauma. That's why she couldn't be let out. She would taint everything else. This wasn't a basement.
"It's the bottle," MK whispered to himself. He nodded and gently wrapped his arm around Rinku's shoulders.
"Uh this basement isn't where cookies belong. They belong in the kitchen. They don't you go put back the extras, Rinku? That'll help. Things go where they should, right?" He nods to her. Then he looks back at Eve.
"You're not a trash can. That room needs an ambition. One that will help drive like what's in that room. And there's a lot of good in that room. It deserves warmth. I...want to help. I want to light it because I have an idea for a good one. Something you can burn that will help us both. And if it's strong enough, I'll get it back. And if it isn't...I think it's something you kinda already have. Let me give it to you. Let me help a little more. Please?"
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"It's the bottle," MK whispered to himself. He nodded and gently wrapped his arm around Rinku's shoulders.
"Uh this basement isn't where cookies belong. They belong in the kitchen. They don't you go put back the extras, Rinku? That'll help. Things go where they should, right?" He nods to her. Then he looks back at Eve.
"You're not a trash can. That room needs an ambition. One that will help drive like what's in that room. And there's a lot of good in that room. It deserves warmth. I...want to help. I want to light it because I have an idea for a good one. Something you can burn that will help us both. And if it's strong enough, I'll get it back. And if it isn't...I think it's something you kinda already have. Let me give it to you. Let me help a little more. Please?"