Finding Alternatives, Part 2

I don't get it.

I seriously, seriously, don't get… just… why is it that the more context I attain, the more my bloody head pounds and swells? Especially right here, especially right then, hearing what Amanda just said - felt like a ten-ton anvil just dropped onto poor little me from terminal velocity. 

A simple curiosity, I peek my eyes just a slight inch over the edge… and so easily I went slipping and falling into the murky depths of a bottomless rabbit hole of Sworn Seeks, Mystical Stones, and unspeakable acts of cold-blooded sororicide. 

I never made the careless mistake of thinking that I knew Ash through and through knowing her as I do. I'm more than aware of the span of time I've been with her was like a mere speck of grain in the sand in the vast desert of her entire life and what she's been through… but whatever the hell I was expecting myself to stumble upon, it as sure as shit wasn't something like this.