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[sheepworrying]

"I had NOTHING TO DO with that and you KNOW IT! You can't prove anything! I know my rights! I was nowhere near that field!

... that said, uh, helloooo! Go ahead and leave a message."

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[sheepworrying]

I did tell you the truth! I did! I don't really remember ever leaving the apartment! Really! Don't remember it! Not even a little bit!

[ergomaniac]

Then why are you so afraid of there being possible evidence that you did?

[sheepworrying]

Because what if there is? They're gonna say it was me heading over to kill Leah and then they're gonna convict me and I'm gonna get the torch for sure!

[ergomaniac]

If there is, then we will go from there. We will examine the truth of what actually did happen, and if you're seen leaving, we'll retrace your steps. Understood?

[sheepworrying]

Right. Right. Right. I getcha. Right, it's... it's not really a big deal. [He takes a few heaving breaths, the idea to calm himself, but that doesn't end up working so well.

At last he holds a breath in, reaches up, smooths his hair out of his face, then sighs.]

So I mayhavepossiblygoneoutlastnight.

[ergomaniac]

[Wow. What a surprise.]

...All right. To where?

[sheepworrying]

Uh... just... out. I was looking for something to eat, and... I uh... I may have done a little minor... haha, you know. "Breaking and entering" or whatever you call it.

[ergomaniac]

And where was this?

[sheepworrying]

I don't know... around?

[ergomaniac]

[A severe glare.]

[sheepworrying]

I don't knooooow! I told you, everything from that night is a huge confusing blur! When the moon's out, it's like there's a voice just SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF ITS LUNGS in your head! Telling you to go out! And run! And eat! Hardly anything else gets through at all!

But I'm pretty sure I didn't hurt anyone! I think I'd remember eating the love of my life even if the moon was right in my eyes!

[ergomaniac]

Have you ever remembered anything from any of these...full moons?

[sheepworrying]

Hrrrrr... little bits and pieces, sometimes. Nothin' real solid.

[ergomaniac]

Do you remember anything from this one.

[sheepworrying]

Um... n-not really, no.

[Convincing!]

You do believe me, right? That I... that I didn't kill her?