𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃, 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 - had she really done that? momentary lapses of judgement had led to her being unable to control her abilities. one moment a hand was wrapping around her wrist, the next a body was flown - no, flung - across the block. her gaze died down from its reddish hue back to it’s birthed hazel as he she turned to look at the man questioning her. “no - ” she shook her head, barely able to recognize her own voice. “no, i hurt them. they grabbed me and i threw them.” she looked at him, but wasn’t seeing him.  a part of her wanted to retreat back into the comforts of her own mind. “i shouldn’t be here.”