<div style="text-align: justify;">Marissa was still unsure about her own reactions. She didn’t even know why she was standing there and listening to Nanook. That werewolf story was nonsense, right? It <span style="font-style: italic">had</span> to be nonsense. And yet… she really wanted to believe it. She really, really wanted to believe something could rid her of that torment, of the lost memories, the injuries, the fear of having done something terrible.<br/><br/>Despite her doubts, Marissa didn’t step away from Nanook. Something in her actually liked having him touch her hair, the natural blonde mixing with the purple streaks painted in temporary dye. <br/><br/>And his words were… tempting. It was tempting to think about having a different life. A life in which she would be rid of <span style="font-style: italic">the other one</span>, forever. <br/><br/>She was unsure of whether or not she was stronger than her other side, though. She would really like to be sure that she was. But then again… if she took over, she would no longer exist. She wouldn’t suffer any longer. What did she have to lose?<br/><br/>It still took some hesitation for her to speak, her mind still struggling with the idea that all of this conversation might be a cruel joke. “Will it hurt too much?”, she asked, softly. Taking a deep breath, she decided to accept it. If it was a joke, nothing would happen. If it wasn’t… everything would change. And it had to be for the better. It couldn’t get much worse than it was, with all of those lost days and injuries.<br/><br/>“I’m in. I just need to know how this works”, she stated, firmly.</div>