Kind of a heavy topic for a date-- [ The words come out before she can stop them, remenants of old feelings from a life that was never real had ushered them forward out of her mouth unfiltered. And the moment she says them, she feels fucking foolish.

So she's quick to push forward through them, to play them off.] At least that's what I would have said there, right? [ Or something. Fuck.

She keeps pushing forward.] When you fuck with magic, even with good intentions, magic fucks you. And I don't know if this was magic but it feels like we got royally fucked. And not the fun kind.