[ Really, Rebecca's no clue what to send. An object? Like what? What sort of thing...? All of the sentimental things to her are awkward, connected to...well, mostly to Ashton, but to the others too. Those who're gone, and trapped, and she fears if she thinks of something relating to them, it'll tumble out of control, and she'll find herself back in the mansion.
So... So, without meaning to, what Rebecca sends first is apprehension. Just this soft but powerful worry, of finding herself somewhere she can't fight. The feeling of the hair on her arms sticking up, of the world fogging up and her head floating away, every time the woman approached her. A fear of this oppressive hate, which she'd been swallowed whole by. ]
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So... So, without meaning to, what Rebecca sends first is apprehension. Just this soft but powerful worry, of finding herself somewhere she can't fight. The feeling of the hair on her arms sticking up, of the world fogging up and her head floating away, every time the woman approached her. A fear of this oppressive hate, which she'd been swallowed whole by. ]