"Is this the real you?" I asked, my lips twitching. "You have split personalities. I hope you're aware of that… you let it slip earlier when you ignored my question. The other would have been the big sister she was trying to be and answered it for me… but you let it slip."
"I'm fully aware," She replied, her voice so cold you'd think an icy wind blew by me.
"I know a few kids who went through that jar and developed split personalities because of how traumatizing it was… but, now that I think about it, you must be the protector. The one that was created to escape from that traumatizing situation."
She didn't say anything but sank further into the couch around her. Her eyes almost seemed to unfocus and she zoned out for quite some time. I didn't disturb her, but after a few more minutes she finally moved and her eyes widened.
"Ugh… my head."
"Are you aware?"
"Huh? What?" Seber asked, dazed and confused.
