[She looks at the pen, but doesn't take it. It seems she'd prefer to glare at it instead.]
I can't read. I can't write anything.
[This place. She hates it so much. The monsters and hostile environment in general is one thing, but to take away the one thing that she feels makes her the person she is?]
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I can't read. I can't write anything.
[This place. She hates it so much. The monsters and hostile environment in general is one thing, but to take away the one thing that she feels makes her the person she is?]
I could yesterday, before you try to be funny.