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  ❝ when people get desperate, the knives come out. ❞

“ i think you mean ‘ stupid ’. haven’t they heard enough about us by now ? ” she’s circling the small group of unconscious and bound men like a vulture , eyes darting from one face to the other . she’s trying to get a read on any of them , to maybe find where they came from or who sent them . 

“ you’d think they’d stop sending us these goons when all we do is send ‘em right back — maybe the messages get lost along the way . ” she’s starting to get a big head , confidence taking over when it shouldn’t . she knew better , but god damn was it hard to stay level headed when she was finally in control of her own self . her own actions , without fear of consequence . 

 “ oh. ”  

she . . .  isn’t expecting that.  not from him.  she shifts her weight from one foot to the other,  expression glossing with confusion.  feelings are confusing.  she’s never been good with them ----- they all get muddled together,  somehow.  the grief and anger and sadness and euphoria and anger anger anger anger ------ they all get boggled down and blended together and instead of being each individual color to make up a rainbow,  they just turn dark and black and nothing.  

maybe talking would be a good option.  maybe he’s right.  maybe she needs to try to find the words to express everything,  or anything.  or maybe she just needs to get over it and see a shrink. 

regardless,  she finds her feet shifting weight one last time.  

“ i’ll . . .  see you tomorrow. ”