The smack of the paper onto the desk jars her from the train of thought she was on. Her expression catches - partly infuriated and partly just simple gawking.
"Why the fuck do you have that?"
It's a question, mostly, but she can't stop the way she feels her blood set on fire.
What makes him so special? Why does Retrospec favor him? The world their Others come from just fucking unfurls for him, but everything she's ever understood about it just brings pain.
She tries to reach up to trace the back of her neck and only manages to cover it with her fingers. Maybe this was what it was like once she got her new body. No, not her's the Major and it's not. This isn't--
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Date: 2019-03-01 03:12 am (UTC)"Why the fuck do you have that?"
It's a question, mostly, but she can't stop the way she feels her blood set on fire.
What makes him so special? Why does Retrospec favor him? The world their Others come from just fucking unfurls for him, but everything she's ever understood about it just brings pain.
She tries to reach up to trace the back of her neck and only manages to cover it with her fingers. Maybe this was what it was like once she got her new body. No, not her's the Major and it's not. This isn't--
"Oh fucking Christ."