No, he doesn't. Magpie's face becomes a little more closed again. "It isn't her," he says, agreeing.
Unfortunately, then he keeps thinking about it. For someone who blocks shit out so well, it never delivers when he really wants it to; he sighs. "And it is. I've seen her, you know. I don't know what she's done with her hair, but...."
But in her face, at least, more or less... yes, it was her.
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Unfortunately, then he keeps thinking about it. For someone who blocks shit out so well, it never delivers when he really wants it to; he sighs. "And it is. I've seen her, you know. I don't know what she's done with her hair, but...."
But in her face, at least, more or less... yes, it was her.