[There's a ting noise as the coil hits the opposite wall and falls to the floor. She looks past him at it, her last weapon, her last desperate try, utterly out of her reach.]
[Then she looks back at him, eyes wide, lip trembling. She isn't fragile, but she is so goddamn desperate because she is so goddamn deserted. She could do anything in this moment, fall in any way. Except towards him. She won't do that again. She can't trust him. She isn't that fool.]
[She'll die a hundred times before she lets him turn her again.]
You turned me. [Spat, not said; no matter how much he hurts, she can hurt more. No matter how sad he is, she can cry out louder. He is not going to win this time.]
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[Then she looks back at him, eyes wide, lip trembling. She isn't fragile, but she is so goddamn desperate because she is so goddamn deserted. She could do anything in this moment, fall in any way. Except towards him. She won't do that again. She can't trust him. She isn't that fool.]
[She'll die a hundred times before she lets him turn her again.]
You turned me. [Spat, not said; no matter how much he hurts, she can hurt more. No matter how sad he is, she can cry out louder. He is not going to win this time.]