[Trust him to completely ignore that she'd really like him to stop talking any time now. Her hand is clenched into a tight fist and she honestly isn't aware of it.
Anger and shame and guilt -- guilt, damn it all, even that and how is it that one can feel guilty over their own death? -- cloud her perception. She knows he's hurting. Can't see it right now.]
I said that was enough. [The careful, deliberate control in her voice is slipping.]
no subject
Anger and shame and guilt -- guilt, damn it all, even that and how is it that one can feel guilty over their own death? -- cloud her perception. She knows he's hurting. Can't see it right now.]
I said that was enough. [The careful, deliberate control in her voice is slipping.]