[He is so careful with her, like she's made of glass. But she's stronger than he thinks. Not strong enough to move forward, but strong enough not to be pushed away. She won't move away. Not until he pushes her off. Not until he forces her.]
[It's like the old Salem conundrum, she realizes with a twist of giddy irony: if you drown, if you die, you're safe. But if you float, if you hurt me - you're a witch. You monster. You die.]
And sufferings. Particularly to end the suffering of this creature. And that I may bless God with you.
[She pushes. Against the force of his strength, it does nothing. But she isn't doing nothing. That's the difference.]
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[It's like the old Salem conundrum, she realizes with a twist of giddy irony: if you drown, if you die, you're safe. But if you float, if you hurt me - you're a witch. You monster. You die.]
And sufferings. Particularly to end the suffering of this creature. And that I may bless God with you.
[She pushes. Against the force of his strength, it does nothing. But she isn't doing nothing. That's the difference.]
[There's blood on her hands. They're shaking.]