"I kicked him in the nuts, he threw me across the room and gave me a concussion. I blacked out and didn't actually figure out he was real for another four days."
She pauses.
"Well, I thought he was a real dude and the mouth wasn't real, and he'd probably just grabbed me with his hands, since the bruises were still there when I woke up. I took pictures." Because - well. Of course she did.
"So that was my first day dead. We've avoided each other since then."
She filches Skye's words out of habit; she'd learned early on that borrowing the emotion-words of others is generally better than trying to fumble her way through coming up with her own. And all of it does sound awful, but even above and beyond the strangling, she's thinking of the unreality issue. The Barge probably will make her worse, she thinks, though she doesn't voice the thought out loud. Just like it did me.
Keeping visual record is a good strategy. At least she has that.
"Uh-- okay, not that avoiding each other isn't a good plan," Shaw says, dragging her brain back to the strangulation issue, "but strangulation out of nowhere is still a hell of an escalation. You talk to any other wardens about it when it happened?"
"I died, then a guy with an extra maw on his face tells me I'm in hell and fucks me up. Hell, demons, that tracks. And then by the time I'm figuring out it's less hell and more the world's weirdest rehab, a guy kills like fifteen people and gets a couple days in time out. So like, what's the point?"
She wasn't one of Sebastian's victims, but she pays attention.
"Anyway, Varker's a whiner and a coward. Now that he knows I'll fight back he hasn't bothered me."
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She pauses.
"Well, I thought he was a real dude and the mouth wasn't real, and he'd probably just grabbed me with his hands, since the bruises were still there when I woke up. I took pictures." Because - well. Of course she did.
"So that was my first day dead. We've avoided each other since then."
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She filches Skye's words out of habit; she'd learned early on that borrowing the emotion-words of others is generally better than trying to fumble her way through coming up with her own. And all of it does sound awful, but even above and beyond the strangling, she's thinking of the unreality issue. The Barge probably will make her worse, she thinks, though she doesn't voice the thought out loud. Just like it did me.
Keeping visual record is a good strategy. At least she has that.
"Uh-- okay, not that avoiding each other isn't a good plan," Shaw says, dragging her brain back to the strangulation issue, "but strangulation out of nowhere is still a hell of an escalation. You talk to any other wardens about it when it happened?"
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"I died, then a guy with an extra maw on his face tells me I'm in hell and fucks me up. Hell, demons, that tracks. And then by the time I'm figuring out it's less hell and more the world's weirdest rehab, a guy kills like fifteen people and gets a couple days in time out. So like, what's the point?"
She wasn't one of Sebastian's victims, but she pays attention.
"Anyway, Varker's a whiner and a coward. Now that he knows I'll fight back he hasn't bothered me."