Add to all of it, T has NO ONE challenging her. She has 23 hours a day -- T W E N T Y T H R E E H O U R S -- with NOTHING TO DO but talk to herself. Imagine that noise! I don't think she's got dissociative disorder necessarily but I do think she suffers (and those around her, subject to it) from a RAGING lack of self. She's ill formed. She's probably spent her life boomeranging from one wannabe role to another. Victim, hero, vixen, aristocrat.... when in fact, she's a whole lot of nothing. Lipstick on a ...
Angel, Edgar/Eguardo.... akin to imaginary friends, these characters keep her company, give her a fantastic drama to fill her head and her time, and when she gets her free hour, leteciarrhea.
No matter. T, we know what you did. You. You alone.
If only part of her eventual sentence could be a surgical removal of the circus of characters in her head so she has only one clear thought left -- what she did.
JMO