#here we goooooo time for some longer installments with more polls

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DOLORES — “You’re back.”

The intersection is gone, left behind, impossibly far away. She stands now at Land’s End, looking out at the horizon. Her hair is buffeted even more wildly by the wind now without the wreath on her head— she has traded it for a sword at her hip. She rests a confident hand on the hilt.

CONCEPTUALIZATION — Just like…

YOU — “What are we doing here?”

DOLORES — “Playing new parts.” She brushes the hair from her eyes, turning her gaze now on you. She holds her chin high, her expression level. Noble, even. “I thought you might like me better this way.”

YOU — “What do you mean?”

DOLORES — “Well, you called me a curse, Harry. A haunting, I think you said. So I thought you might be happier if I wasn’t the one playing ghost.” She smiles drily, but does not elaborate further.

AUTHORITY — She’s mocking you…

DRAMA — No, not mocking. She doesn’t find this funny at all.