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Talia Winters was dead. The personality. All the things that Susan had loved were gone. The body was alive, that was what made it harder.
Control lived inside it. Cold. Unloving. But still Susan kept coming back to her. Hoping she can catch a hint of Talia somewhere inside, a spark of the woman she loved.
But she never does. It's just Control, gloating with almost sadistic glee that Susan couldn't let Talia go. That she needed Control to fill the emptiness in her life.
The worst thing was that she wasn't wrong. It made Susan hate her even more.
