[ it is intricate work, this origami grostesquerie of his, and he has donned one of his tailored plastic suits for the crafting of it, as a sculptor might don an apron. He turns away from his project only to go and fetch a rather specific saw from another room of the house. In so doing, he notices the sound of running water in the bathroom, moves to stand at the threshold, studying her as she struggles to examine herself in the reflection. After a moment, he speaks. ]
What do you see, Bedelia, now that your eyes are open?
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What do you see, Bedelia, now that your eyes are open?