They can't see it. They can't see it. She has to pull back, fly around and circle so she can strike an unarmored point, instead of being too close to the barrel of a gun. It's as if she can feel the tip of the dagger that carved its way into her skull resting in the back, where the hidden scar is.
"You'd like to see it there. It would give you hope that-"
Say the wrong thing, and it casts all of them away in a blow. A litany of names. Friends old and new, and the confessions she holds of theirs.
"You want to see something you recognize. Because then that makes it a problem you know. Something you can fix. But what happens when it's not? When it's always been that way?"
I was made for this.
"Do - do you realize I've thought of at least a dozen ways to kill you while we've been talking?"
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They can't see it. They can't see it. She has to pull back, fly around and circle so she can strike an unarmored point, instead of being too close to the barrel of a gun. It's as if she can feel the tip of the dagger that carved its way into her skull resting in the back, where the hidden scar is.
"You'd like to see it there. It would give you hope that-"
Say the wrong thing, and it casts all of them away in a blow. A litany of names. Friends old and new, and the confessions she holds of theirs.
"You want to see something you recognize. Because then that makes it a problem you know. Something you can fix. But what happens when it's not? When it's always been that way?"
I was made for this.
"Do - do you realize I've thought of at least a dozen ways to kill you while we've been talking?"