Inside her hiding place, Sherry feels herself rock back and forth. It's hard to be in a place like this for her. In comparison, Stacy is a cakewalk for all the confusion it brings Sherry. But Sherry can forgive her that, since it also brought her two very, very good people again, and a whole host of new ones.
She knows she has to get control of herself, and act like she should. But, despite all of Sherry's protests to the truth, she is a child. The monsters from the memory of that horrible day in Racchoon City will tear her to pieces if she lets them. All she has to do is walk into their arms and be consumed.
But, her streak of self-preservation stops her from doing that, even in a dream. Her voice is thin, frightened and warped from the vent echoing when Sherry finally speaks up. "Roxie, you're not supposed to be here."
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She knows she has to get control of herself, and act like she should. But, despite all of Sherry's protests to the truth, she is a child. The monsters from the memory of that horrible day in Racchoon City will tear her to pieces if she lets them. All she has to do is walk into their arms and be consumed.
But, her streak of self-preservation stops her from doing that, even in a dream. Her voice is thin, frightened and warped from the vent echoing when Sherry finally speaks up. "Roxie, you're not supposed to be here."