"I'll probably just yell something like "now, do it now!" while one of those fucking things is trying to leech the soul outta me."
Not all her bluster is a facade. There's always been a hard, callused part of her; it's as real as her desire to be kind. In some ways, it's the reason she has that desire. This is why she can talk so casually about her own desperate suicide.
"You didn't know she'd be freed. You did what you thought was right, an' circumstances made it a bad call. It happens. A lot. And she might not have been one of the people who can make it two years."
She's has to slow her pace, too, both because the ground is rough and because her leg is starting to go, not numb exactly, but more like her brain is giving up on trying to get her attention about how much it hurts.
"A nightmare? It's like. Well, it's just a dream, but it's a dream about something scary. So it's like. Being in a hallucination of everything you ever feared. Most of the time you wake up after a bit, or if you realize it's a dream you can wake up on your own or change it to something nice. Sometimes you don't wake up, though, or don't realize. So there's this second right after you wake up where you don't know what's real... with a nice dream that can be fun. With a nightmare, it's. Less fun."
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Not all her bluster is a facade. There's always been a hard, callused part of her; it's as real as her desire to be kind. In some ways, it's the reason she has that desire. This is why she can talk so casually about her own desperate suicide.
"You didn't know she'd be freed. You did what you thought was right, an' circumstances made it a bad call. It happens. A lot. And she might not have been one of the people who can make it two years."
She's has to slow her pace, too, both because the ground is rough and because her leg is starting to go, not numb exactly, but more like her brain is giving up on trying to get her attention about how much it hurts.
"A nightmare? It's like. Well, it's just a dream, but it's a dream about something scary. So it's like. Being in a hallucination of everything you ever feared. Most of the time you wake up after a bit, or if you realize it's a dream you can wake up on your own or change it to something nice. Sometimes you don't wake up, though, or don't realize. So there's this second right after you wake up where you don't know what's real... with a nice dream that can be fun. With a nightmare, it's. Less fun."