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[[Trudy is in Akhilesh's kitchen, looking at a kitchen knife]]
Trudy: I stare at my reflection as if I am drawn into a whirlpool, drowning in its viselike grip. I hear a voice, my voice, whispering, beckoning...

Trudy: Yes, it would be so simple. It would be over so quickly. And no one would know until it was too late. The solution to my problem, right in the palm of my hand...

[[Trudy holds the knife and looks towards Akhilesh's back]]
Trudy: It wouldn't be fair to Akhilesh after all he has done for me. But who said life was fair? It certainly hasn't been fair to me...

Trudy: Just one cold, impassionate action, and it will be all over. It would be the last thing he'd expect, and then I'll finally be free to move on...