"Is that what you call standing there and letting my nightmare try and beat the hell out of you?"
It's too sharp, too fast, and she regrets it even as it's spilling from her lips. The heat in it, the want to land in a place that stings.
Her nose wrinkles, and she stares down at the ground again.
"Oh, so you were trying to protect me? Is that it? Well guess what, K, I was trying to protect you, too, and you threw that shit right back in my face the first chance you got, didn't you?" She shakes her head, arms crossing tightly over her chest. "You're not in your fucked up version of home anymore. There are people here who give a shit whether you live or die."
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It's too sharp, too fast, and she regrets it even as it's spilling from her lips. The heat in it, the want to land in a place that stings.
Her nose wrinkles, and she stares down at the ground again.
"Oh, so you were trying to protect me? Is that it? Well guess what, K, I was trying to protect you, too, and you threw that shit right back in my face the first chance you got, didn't you?" She shakes her head, arms crossing tightly over her chest. "You're not in your fucked up version of home anymore. There are people here who give a shit whether you live or die."