[ She repeats the word, softly, sounding out the syllables of it. Help. So simple a word, but the methods and meanings were endless. Talk? Convince? Kill? Banish. How did they know what was helping when the wounds were so deep?
Her eyes followed Bruce's to the corpse, chapped lips parting. ]
They don't regret. They're angry. Afraid. They're screaming and saying nothing.
no subject
[ She repeats the word, softly, sounding out the syllables of it. Help. So simple a word, but the methods and meanings were endless. Talk? Convince? Kill? Banish. How did they know what was helping when the wounds were so deep?
Her eyes followed Bruce's to the corpse, chapped lips parting. ]
They don't regret. They're angry. Afraid. They're screaming and saying nothing.