[ She lets the fear sit in her; lets it settle like a scar. It's not so bad, that it hurts, or that she's afraid, or that it's dangerous. It's like the thrill of battle, right? It's like the memory-that-isn't-a memory of š¯“¯innuan.
....But she's alone. That part is awful. ā€”Unless the laughing means she isn't alone after all? ]
Re: death
It's like the thrill of battle, right? It's like the memory-that-isn't-a memory of š¯“¯innuan.
....But she's alone. That part is awful.
ā€”Unless the laughing means she isn't alone after all? ]
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