((Damn, you're too good at this lol.  Last post of the night, then I gotta split.))<br/><br/>Abigail couldn't believe her ears.  How, how could this THING know so much about her?!  Shaking her head, gripping the blade's pommel tightly in her hands until her knuckles turned white from lack of blood, she was shaking visibly since it was all true, yet she'd never admit it.....not without help anyway.  Raising her head, Abigail did the only thing she could do at that moment.  "SHUT THE FUCK UP!  You don't know a damn thing about me you bitch!"  That was an outright lie of course since everything her other 'self' had said was true.  She....she had blamed her mother, at least a small part of her did anyway, regarding the miscarriages, although there was no real rhyme or reason for such feelings, at least not on a conscious level anyway.  And yes, she knew that if the Dojo burned down it would destroy their family as surely as if someone had killed them all since it was the only way they kept food on the table and the bills paid on time.  On the other hand though, Abigail didn't want to be a part of it as she once did so long ago before everything had went to shit.  Managing to loosen her grip on the sword's hilt just enough so that if she did attack, the blade wouldn't slip through her fingers or she'd end up breaking her own hand from holding it either too tight or not tight enough.  Her calm inner self was long gone, but muscle memory had taken over to a degree.  "Whatever you think you know about me is wrong.  I'm not like that!  YOU FREAK!  Go back to Hell!"  She hadn't denied it fully, but just a little more of a push in the right direction, and whatever willpower she had left would crumble and her Shadow would win, although Abigail had no idea that was its game plan the whole time.