[She shudders visibly. Fuck. The copper tang of her own blood is still on the back of her tongue. It'll never go away. Never. She felt her neck break. Can feel her neck breaking. She knows the precise configuration of every muscle. Every. Her skin peeling off, and Olivia--]
Don't tell me that. What am I supposed to do about that?
spam
Don't tell me that. What am I supposed to do about that?
[Gotta do something about that. Make it go away.]