[ A trail of bodies suited her image of him, hadn't prompted her to stop to examine them in her ceaseless pursuit when she thought it was only a matter of time before he added to it. She knew what he meant, and she had passed them. But it was too easy to assume the worst of the monster that loomed before her, too difficult to see past the monster now that she had seen firsthand what he was.
And more to the point, she wanted to reassure herself that there was some dividing line between the two of them. ]
Dead?
[ The word hung heavy in the air, paradoxically full of presumption and fleeting, fading hope alike that maybe something could still be done. She thought of Lance and Keith and (most of all) Finn; people who she couldn't help. Bandit or not, he should survive. Being there in Perdition's Rest didn't give them a free ticket to do whatever they want. ]
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And more to the point, she wanted to reassure herself that there was some dividing line between the two of them. ]
Dead?
[ The word hung heavy in the air, paradoxically full of presumption and fleeting, fading hope alike that maybe something could still be done. She thought of Lance and Keith and (most of all) Finn; people who she couldn't help. Bandit or not, he should survive. Being there in Perdition's Rest didn't give them a free ticket to do whatever they want. ]