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Agatha Clay hurts. She has since she was six years old. There is something to be said about this, and it is that it desensitizes you to yourself very quickly. She tries to take her time writing down measurements, so as to avoid becoming excited, but all that ends up with is a half-salvaged machine, no measurements, an explosion, and a migraine. She is yelled at, and cries. She tries to write quickly, so as to avoid getting distracted, and all that ends up with is a ruined page of results, a pen that was majorly improved, at least theoretically, before it exploded, and a migraine. She is yelled at, and cries. Agatha hurts.
Agatha Heterodyne has not had a headache in quite some time. She's reminded her of her locket's true use, that being suppressing her Spark, rather than her evil, manipulative witch of a mother. The dampening effect only used one method to stop her from Sparking, namely intense and immediate pain. Agatha's anger is unmatched. How dare her absent, useless excuse of an uncle do this to her. If he comes back there will be very little to stop her. She wishes Adam and Lillith were with her, if only so she could scream at them about her years of wasted potential and preventable pain. Agatha is hurt.