Ellinor was already dead as a doornail, a ghost. If she had the power to harm her, she would've attacked her already. But she never approached, probably because she couldn't really hurt her.
Patricia cleared her throat and said, "Ellinor, save your breath; you ain't scaring me!"
Ellinor sighed in frustration, "Alright then! If I can't spook you, could you be a doll and tell me how I died?"
Patricia frowned in confusion, "What don't you get?"
Ellinor blinked, "I'm curious! Curious about how you are so good at playing pretend and using people? What's impressive is, why do people around you willingly do your bidding?"
Patricia looked at her with disdain, "Ellinor, don't feed me a line of bull! The people who used to care about me have all lost trust in me because of you!"
Ellinor raised an eyebrow, "Is it my doing? Or did you bring it upon yourself? Patricia, you deceive and use your closest brothers, friends, and lovers. Is there anyone you genuinely care about in this world?"
Patricia laughed, "Of course I care about people; I always have!"
Ellinor squinted her ghostly eyes at Patricia, "Caring for them means using them?"
Patricia crossed her arms in a victorious pose, "Isn't that what relationships are all about? Using each other? You think they didn't use me? Ellinor, you're dead; why are you still trying to play innocent?"
Ellinor didn't mind her insults and asked again, "But all I see is you using others, not them using you. What did they use you for?"
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