[ the little silence is more telling than the rest of it.
she would roll her eyes if only it didn't make her headache worse, if only she didn't expect this kind of aftermath.
but root's fine -- and she's still alive, without a hole through her skull, brains splattered on the concrete. she's not asking for very much when she's fine with this kind of playing field, but it's a shame that these things don't last. ]
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she would roll her eyes if only it didn't make her headache worse, if only she didn't expect this kind of aftermath.
but root's fine -- and she's still alive, without a hole through her skull, brains splattered on the concrete. she's not asking for very much when she's fine with this kind of playing field, but it's a shame that these things don't last. ]
I'm fine.
[ it's a kind of sigh, an audible frown. ]
You, on the other hand.