[She reaches up, and there is a little blood, smearing on her fingertips, but not a lot. She nods and wipes her fingers off on her trousers, then reaches into a pocket for a bit of chalk as she moves into the hall behind him, and presses her forehead against the wall.
She's writing something and not looking at it so it's a little squiggly but Seraphim has been doing this for four years, and not for nothing.]
I just wanted a piece of cake.
I just wanted a fucking piece of cake.
[This is the first time she's written down a curse word, ever. It's pretty clear she's at the end of her rope.]
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She's writing something and not looking at it so it's a little squiggly but Seraphim has been doing this for four years, and not for nothing.]
I just wanted a piece of cake.
I just wanted a fucking piece of cake.
[This is the first time she's written down a curse word, ever. It's pretty clear she's at the end of her rope.]