[Jane just. Stares. She stares at Xander, then at the closed envelope in her hands. She considers it for a long, hard moment...and then looks Xander in the eye and tears the envelope and its contents in two.]
Then you'd know fully well that shouting my secrets into the void at home isn't going to do anything.
[Jane Crocker killed two teenage boys in cold blood and was justly murdered in her sleep.
It isn't something she'd want to get around in the mall. But at home? It doesn't matter. And it's better to not worry about what is specifically hanging over her head. She tears the pieces again, and then crumples them, and drops them one by one onto the floor.
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Then you'd know fully well that shouting my secrets into the void at home isn't going to do anything.
[Jane Crocker killed two teenage boys in cold blood and was justly murdered in her sleep.
It isn't something she'd want to get around in the mall. But at home? It doesn't matter. And it's better to not worry about what is specifically hanging over her head. She tears the pieces again, and then crumples them, and drops them one by one onto the floor.
Vindictive child, this one.]