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bethamphetamine ([personal profile] bethamphetamine) wrote in [community profile] allthisshitisweird 2017-07-26 01:05 pm (UTC)

( There are so many things to respond to, grab onto. So many different avenues of thought to go tumbling down like some kind of Wonderland rabbit hole scenario, and Beth has energy for exactly none of them.

Some part of her really felt that stepping in front of that train— it wasn't what she wanted to do, but at least everything would stop. What a fucking joke, right? That Cosima has been here for months, a year, is still blowing her fucking mind. A year, when Beth did what she did days ago? Hours?

Does time even matter? Did dying even matter, did it save anyone, if time was like a slinky getting bent and twisted around? And was she even dead at all or just having some miraculous, life saying hallucination, and to hell with that "consistent internal logic" crap?

Her mood is heavy, and she'd just let herself crawl into it and be buried, if not for what Cosima says.

Sick. And, perhaps more concerningly, had, in the past tense. She looks up at Cosima from her slouches position in the seat, forcing herself to sit up. )
Hey.

( To hell with these people. To hell with anyone who thinks she has any focus but one, when it came to her sisters. Keep them safe, at all costs. Let them live, no matter what. ) What d'you mean, had? What— what don't I know?

( It's probably kinda rich, her saying that to Cosima. )

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