She's forced to kneel on wooden a platform in front of a large group of people. Someone pushes her head down into a notch on a beam of wood. She looks Roberta in the crowd. Elle doesn't see her, but she knows she's watching.
The guillotine drops.
"Yeah, I can walk, but I'm not going. There are people who need to get out of here."
They move a little ways away from Nightrender, but Elle still can't quite seem to latch onto her Rage. It feels distant in a way she hasn't experienced in years now, and the feeling is more than a little terrifying.
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This feels like a weird time for introductions.
She's forced to kneel on wooden a platform in front of a large group of people. Someone pushes her head down into a notch on a beam of wood. She looks Roberta in the crowd. Elle doesn't see her, but she knows she's watching.
The guillotine drops.
"Yeah, I can walk, but I'm not going. There are people who need to get out of here."
They move a little ways away from Nightrender, but Elle still can't quite seem to latch onto her Rage. It feels distant in a way she hasn't experienced in years now, and the feeling is more than a little terrifying.