[ Dawn's been quiet through this. She doesn't know quite how she should feel during everything -- she's sad because someone has died, and it's someone important to people who are important to her and someone she had met but didn't know all that well. She's uncomfortable because... well, she didn't know Jade all that well and now she's died. And when she moves her panty hose keep creeping down while her underwear is creeping up and she's pretty sure it's bad etiquette to pick at that region right now.
There's also this quivering sense memory under her skin that tells her that she's seen enough funerals and watched enough people die that she's angry about it, that Jade shouldn't have died and this is so stupid. If they are in the business of helping, then why couldn't they help her? Why couldn't they stop this?
She starts to take a deep breath as she follows out of the church, and instead chokes on a soft sob. She ducks her head to scrub her eyes with the heel of her hand. This is the moment she probably should have thought ahead for and brought a handkerchief or grab a handful of tissues. ]
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There's also this quivering sense memory under her skin that tells her that she's seen enough funerals and watched enough people die that she's angry about it, that Jade shouldn't have died and this is so stupid. If they are in the business of helping, then why couldn't they help her? Why couldn't they stop this?
She starts to take a deep breath as she follows out of the church, and instead chokes on a soft sob. She ducks her head to scrub her eyes with the heel of her hand. This is the moment she probably should have thought ahead for and brought a handkerchief or grab a handful of tissues. ]