Abigail adjusts the angle of the antlers a little so that they're in line with the rest of them, then steps back to survey the wall. There, perfect.
She realises that Squalo's lingering near the door and figures that he might just feel like he's intruding - it doesn't even occur to her that the trophies from her hunts and the actual human body in the back of the room might come across as big red flags. This version of the cabin feels comforting and powerful to her, the exact opposite of the impact the 'real' one had on her.
"Oh, you can come in if you like. It's nice to have the company."
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Abigail adjusts the angle of the antlers a little so that they're in line with the rest of them, then steps back to survey the wall. There, perfect.
She realises that Squalo's lingering near the door and figures that he might just feel like he's intruding - it doesn't even occur to her that the trophies from her hunts and the actual human body in the back of the room might come across as big red flags. This version of the cabin feels comforting and powerful to her, the exact opposite of the impact the 'real' one had on her.
"Oh, you can come in if you like. It's nice to have the company."