[Here arises a series of complicated feelings, accompanied by thoughts he'd simply rather not have. Resting his hand loosely over his mouth, Benedict scowls at the ceiling and contemplates for several moments before answering.]
I think... [haltingly,] ...Mother is angry with me.
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[Here arises a series of complicated feelings, accompanied by thoughts he'd simply rather not have. Resting his hand loosely over his mouth, Benedict scowls at the ceiling and contemplates for several moments before answering.]
I think... [haltingly,] ...Mother is angry with me.