[She's poised, still ready to fight. Still ready to take him out however she can manage, because there's catharsis in it -- relief in taking something else apart, even if it takes her with it. She's so angry, she can't stand it; she'd like to wrench the whole world apart if it would only bring relief.]
[But that word. Please.]
[It's not a command. Not something she can rail against. It's a vulnerability left exposed. It's a plea.]
[She feels herself bend. Tries to dig into her rage, hold on.]
It's just earth.
[But there's just a hint of hesitation in it. Just a whiff.]
no subject
[But that word. Please.]
[It's not a command. Not something she can rail against. It's a vulnerability left exposed. It's a plea.]
[She feels herself bend. Tries to dig into her rage, hold on.]
It's just earth.
[But there's just a hint of hesitation in it. Just a whiff.]
[Maybe she's also afraid to stay alone.]