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>You started to think.
>Mostly about the situation before hand.
>The Salazzle continued to cook without even seemingly acknowledging your pressence.
>In a way she became far less jittery, only really jittering when she was drinking coffee.
>You could see that she enjoyed the process of cooking.
>But your mind was already trying to find solutions to the problem you were faced.
>The idea of transporting her anywhere was out of the question.
>If she pulled the stunt with the door inside a moving vehicle, it would end badly.
>Even then, if you'd somehow gotten her to the station, any item containing metals capable of corrosion would be at risk.
>You had no other choice than letting her stay.
>Even if it still didn't feel right leaving her alone.
>She was clearly suffering.
>Like she was constantly in a state of denial about her current situation.
>Repeating a lie with hopes it becomes true at some point.
>Forcing herself to drink coffee despite clearly not enjoying it.
>The constant bipedal movement despite a Salazzle normally moving on all fours.
>In her less jittery moments you could see bruises on her white skin, making you question if those were caused by falling off the stairs.
>The isolation from the outside world so no one would perceive her as a monster.
>There was no other way to say it, but you felt sorry for her and what befell her.
>You'd wish there was a support group for people like her, but as of now there were none.
>Maybe you could get a psychologist to see her, but you were not sure how she'd react.
>You kept spiraling within your thoughts, but something broke you out of them, as all of a sudden you felt something tugging at your trousers.
>It was the shiny Salazzle, and she pointed you towards the table with 3 cups of coffee on it.
