[ she jerks again on the chains, useless, panic rising in her throat as she realizes what’s not going to change no matter how hard she pulls. her hands open in her lap, eyes wide, staring at the manacles. the syringe. oh god. oh god, no. ]
… I … Rafael, I can’t—[ she chokes out the words, pulling again. ] Guys, we have to go. [ they have to get out of here. she has to get them out of here, but she can’t. she doesn’t have the strength. she should be able to rip these handcuffs clear out of the floor but she can’t, and not only is trying bruising her wrists, but it’s kind of bruising her ego too.
she’s powerless. (wis 21) the female pronoun, meanwhile, clues her in that azrael and linda are one in the same, which ONLY MAKES THINGS TEN TIMES WORSE RIGHT NOW (wis 23). she doesn’t start crying. she fights that fear and hopelessness and defeat back and she swallows it, but the distress is plain in her face (will 18). ]
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… I … Rafael, I can’t—[ she chokes out the words, pulling again. ] Guys, we have to go. [ they have to get out of here. she has to get them out of here, but she can’t. she doesn’t have the strength. she should be able to rip these handcuffs clear out of the floor but she can’t, and not only is trying bruising her wrists, but it’s kind of bruising her ego too.
she’s powerless. (wis 21) the female pronoun, meanwhile, clues her in that azrael and linda are one in the same, which ONLY MAKES THINGS TEN TIMES WORSE RIGHT NOW (wis 23). she doesn’t start crying. she fights that fear and hopelessness and defeat back and she swallows it, but the distress is plain in her face (will 18). ]