[ why couldn't she have just fucking died, like Annie?
maybe she already has the answer to that question.
having a conversation with her is probably like getting whiplash, her moods swinging back and forth rapidly: despair and then spite, over and over. in one breath she's ready to lay down and die, and the next she's ready to stab him again. ]
no subject
not necessarily
it feels good to fight back even if its pointless
you know that thing wont even let us die?
[ why couldn't she have just fucking died, like Annie?
maybe she already has the answer to that question.
having a conversation with her is probably like getting whiplash, her moods swinging back and forth rapidly: despair and then spite, over and over. in one breath she's ready to lay down and die, and the next she's ready to stab him again. ]