[Good, she thinks. She can see those seeds taking root. He's going to hate her eventually. She knows she can make this happen. And then--then he'll leave her alone. Then she won't have to be afraid of the other shoe dropping, not from him.]
[So she backs off. Just a little, but enough to make it difficult for him to follow her logic, hopefully, and to make it seem as though she's meeker than she is.]
I must be wrong, then, [she murmurs, averting her gaze down and to the side. Avoiding eye contact with the corpse, maybe.] I must have been thinking of someone else.
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[So she backs off. Just a little, but enough to make it difficult for him to follow her logic, hopefully, and to make it seem as though she's meeker than she is.]
I must be wrong, then, [she murmurs, averting her gaze down and to the side. Avoiding eye contact with the corpse, maybe.] I must have been thinking of someone else.