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SUBJECT: She grew a tail.
DR. J-H: A tail?
SUBJECT: A — a tail. Or I suppose, it was where a tail would be, if a person had a tail, but it —
[LONG SILENCE]
DR. J-H: In what way was it unlike a tail, do you think?
[LONG SILENCE]
SUBJECT (very quiet): She wrapped it around my neck once. Around and around and around and around and —
[SUBJECT MAKES A NOISE, A WORDLESS VERNACULAR INTERJECTION INDICATING DEATH OR STRANGULATION]
DR. J-H: So this — appendage. You’d say it was part of, or a mark of, her transformation. Of becoming a witch?
SUBJECT: Witch?
[SUBJECT laughs]
SUBJECT: Witch?
[SUBJECT laughs several more times, each louder, more false]
SUBJECT (loudly): she wasn’t a — she never made it that — not before—
[LOUD NOISE OF SUDDENLY OVERTURNED FURNITURE]
SUBJECT (screaming): DO YOU THINK EVEN THIS MUCH OF ME WOULD HAVE SURVIVED—
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SUBJECT: But the worst was — don’t laugh at me.
DR. J-H: Nobody laughs at you here.
SUBJECT: Ha. Ha ha.
[SHORT SILENCE]
SUBJECT: She could — fuck, I can’t, my skin’s crawling just—
DR. J-H: You’re safe here.
SUBJECT: Ha! Ha!
SUBJECT (hurriedly): She could be in two places at once.
DR. J-H: She—
SUBJECT (distressed): Oh my god. Oh my god. See, it doesn’t sound — fuck. You know dreams, the way sometimes in dreams you just know things? You have a nightmare and it’s, like, it’s — you see someone and you just know, oh, that’s a secret I dunno green on the inside person. Some inane-sounding thing to your own waking mind, but the way dreams chop everything up, all your signs and signifiers, and collage them back together, just knowing this nonsense fact is, like, it’s as existentially horrifying as being a kid and being just old enough to properly grasp and learning for the first time — fucking animal cruelty or the Holocaust or something. You know? Just bone-deep revolting, horrifying, can’t-unknow—
[LONG SILENCE]
DR. J-H: Being in two places at once felt wrong? In some existential sense.
SUBJECT: She wasn’t a witch. Not a witch. Not-yet, maybe. Something not right, though.
[SHORT SILENCE. DR. J-H BEGINS TO SPEAK, IS INTERRUPTED]
SUBJECT: Just. Walking along in front of her and then seeing someone in front of me and they turned around and it was her too—
[SUBJECT BEGINS RETCHING]
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SUBJECT (sullen muttering): You’re not listening to me.
DR. J-H: We were going to talk more about [REDACTED] today.
SUBJECT (sullen muttering): You’re not listening to me.
DR. J-H: Would you rather talk about something other than [REDACTED]? You seemed eager to talk about her, last time.
[DISTORTION BECOMES SUBTLY EVIDENT IN SUBJECT’S VOICE, POSSIBLY AN ECHO OR SOME KIND OF POLYPHONIC CHORUS]
SUBJECT: You’re not listening to me.
DR. J-H: What would you rather talk about?
SUBJECT: You’re not listening to me.
DR. J-H: What—
SUBJECT: You’re not listening to me.
DR. J-H: You’re—
SUBJECT & DR. J-H (in perfect synchrony and identical tone): You’re not listening to me.
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SUBJECT: She’d have killed me eventually. Or. Or something worse. I don’t know. I don’t know what’s worse, but I think — I think she’d have found something.
DR. K-S: You’re referring to [REDACTED]?
SUBJECT: That’s all there is to talk about. That’s all you people want from me.
DR. K-S: I have something here for you to look at.
SUBJECT: Ooh, inkblots, my favourite, have you got the one that looks like poop smears—
[DR. K-S SHOWS SUBJECT A DRIVER’S LICENSE CONTAINED IN AN EVIDENCE BAG]
DR. K-S: Can you tell me whose this is?
SUBJECT: Sure. You know they have names printed on those, right? It’s—
[SHORT SILENCE]
DR. K-S: Whose name is printed on this?
SUBJECT: Hers. It’s hers.
DR. K-S: Can you read the name to me, please?
SUBJECT: Fuck you, it’s [REDACTED]. Fuck you.
DR. K-S: And can you tell what your name is?
[LONG SILENCE]
DR. K-S: What’s your name?
SUBJECT (whispering): No.
DR. K-S: You know, this ID, this is—
SUBJECT: No no no no no—
DR. K-S: This name on it, that’s—
[LOUD CRACKING NOISE. DR. K-S ABRUPTLY STOPS TALKING]
SUBJECT: No no no—
[NOISES CONTINUE]
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SUBJECT: She outgrew me, that’s all. I was — I mean, thank god, right? Right? Can you imagine—
[SUBJECT LAUGHS]
[SHORT SILENCE]
SUBJECT: Something wrong, but not finished. Not yet.
[SHORT SILENCE]
SUBJECT: Everything she did to me, that was. Was just. I dunno.
[SHORT SILENCE]
SUBJECT: Maybe she’s still. Growing. Developing. Whatever you call it. Maybe she’s a witch now. Maybe something else, something —
[SHORT SILENCE]
SUBJECT: I dunno.
[SOUNDS OF LIGHTLY DISTURBED DEBRIS]
SUBJECT (muttering): Are you sure you don’t have any inkblots in there—
[LONG SILENCE]
SUBJECT (quietly): I dunno, man. I just don’t know.
