[She laughs at him. She laughs in his face. He's a fool, and he deserves what's coming to him. That's what she'll tell herself, anyway. That she isn't moved. She was trained to be tougher than this. She was supposed to be stronger.]
[But even that first time in the cell she swayed to the beat of her own heart, the pain of a killing. The pull of the moon against the tide of her blood.]
[His blood still tacky, drying on her hands.]
[So she laughs, but it fades away quickly in the acoustics of the room, and then she just feels alone. She wants to ask if it's healing, already, but instead she just lets silence be, weighing on her heavy and painful.]
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[But even that first time in the cell she swayed to the beat of her own heart, the pain of a killing. The pull of the moon against the tide of her blood.]
[His blood still tacky, drying on her hands.]
[So she laughs, but it fades away quickly in the acoustics of the room, and then she just feels alone. She wants to ask if it's healing, already, but instead she just lets silence be, weighing on her heavy and painful.]
[It feels like her own gut that's bleeding out.]