[Nagisa doesn't know the half of her, and honestly, he's better off for it. Amanda's not a 'cool' adult; she's essentially a wrathful, homicidal, self-destructive child in the body of an adult, a product of something like an emotional version of arrested development, starved for approval and possessing only the most tentative of control over her own emotions. She'll keep all the secrets she can, even from allies, because in this place she doesn't have much else to hold close. The Fog God is one thing, and Amanda is endlessly grateful to Her, but She's no John Kramer and that puts Amanda one step closer to the edge.]
I doubt I'll need that kind of help.
[Still. She decides to make an effort, poor as it is, to talk to Nagisa with a little less acidity in her tone. Because he's a child, because he's a product of an environment enough like that of her own childhood for him to matter to her.]
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I doubt I'll need that kind of help.
[Still. She decides to make an effort, poor as it is, to talk to Nagisa with a little less acidity in her tone. Because he's a child, because he's a product of an environment enough like that of her own childhood for him to matter to her.]
...But I'll keep your offer in mind.