she grabs at his wrist. this is going on long enough that her vision blurs at the edges. can she die again? is there a worser, darker place than this waiting? she tries to focus, hold onto that sense of being here as long as she can.
she spits on his face, so close to hers now. it's enough that she can get just a second of breath, just a little more. and she wastes it, hissing, ] You both had it coming.
[ and she did, too, didn't she? the faces of the people she's killed are etched into her mind like cave paintings, like etchings in the metal behemoths buried under the sand. surviving the desert had required her to become just as harsh, just as brutal. ]
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she grabs at his wrist. this is going on long enough that her vision blurs at the edges. can she die again? is there a worser, darker place than this waiting? she tries to focus, hold onto that sense of being here as long as she can.
she spits on his face, so close to hers now. it's enough that she can get just a second of breath, just a little more. and she wastes it, hissing, ] You both had it coming.
[ and she did, too, didn't she? the faces of the people she's killed are etched into her mind like cave paintings, like etchings in the metal behemoths buried under the sand. surviving the desert had required her to become just as harsh, just as brutal. ]