[shauna twitches, drops her head, stares down at his hand over hers with her throat tight and her shoulders stiff.]
I did a lot of bad things. [quiet, simmering, deeply aware in a way that will eat a hole through her the rest of her life. here or the real world or somewhere in between – it’ll be with her forever.
still – it’s fresh enough that for the moment, there’s defiance in how shauna straightens up after a moment, shoulders squared.] When does it make you awful? Is there a – threshold you need to cross?
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I did a lot of bad things. [quiet, simmering, deeply aware in a way that will eat a hole through her the rest of her life. here or the real world or somewhere in between – it’ll be with her forever.
still – it’s fresh enough that for the moment, there’s defiance in how shauna straightens up after a moment, shoulders squared.] When does it make you awful? Is there a – threshold you need to cross?