Something is very wrong and it's creeping up her spine, ice-cold clawing its way up her vertebrae. She pushes it aside violently, tries to focus instead.
"Of course I'm bloody angry about it, there's no way I wouldn't be," she's passionate again, because there's no world in which she wouldn't be angry about them mistreating him: even when they weren't speaking, she still cared. Still, she isn't angry: upset, yes, but not angry.
"I'm not about to say 'ah, right, you nearly killed him, run along,' I can't do that." but his expression isn't lost to her. It sticks with her and dries her mouth.
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Something is very wrong and it's creeping up her spine, ice-cold clawing its way up her vertebrae. She pushes it aside violently, tries to focus instead.
"Of course I'm bloody angry about it, there's no way I wouldn't be," she's passionate again, because there's no world in which she wouldn't be angry about them mistreating him: even when they weren't speaking, she still cared. Still, she isn't angry: upset, yes, but not angry.
"I'm not about to say 'ah, right, you nearly killed him, run along,' I can't do that." but his expression isn't lost to her. It sticks with her and dries her mouth.