[Whether he intended it or not, his hold on her unbroken hand does at least grant some relief, for the more observant eye. Now, then the radiation begins to glow in the blacks of her eyes, when the blue neon thrums to life around her body… she seems to clench desperately at his hand instead, relying less on the pain of forcing movement into her broken fingers to focus on suppressing the power, choking it down each time…
But how long can she manage it? It’s subtle… but each time it happens, it seems to take her just a bit longer to dispel it, sweat breaking out cold and noticeable on her brow.
Those droplets are displaced as she swallows and shakes her head, struggling to force the words out when all she can see in her minds eye each surge of power is blood on her hands and rubble broken all around her, when all she can feel is the reach of claws that aim to rip from her every small and precious joy she has learned to treasure.]
You don’t understand…
[How could he, this man of this foreign land. She can’t expect it, but she tries to impress it as best she can, worry knitting her brow… and not just for herself.]
I’m dangerous- I’m so… I’m so dangerous…
[Perhaps hard to believe when she looked as frail and half-dead as she already did, but-]
If they come back… I don’t know how many people will die…
[Her powers. Her victims. Would this man be among their number? A whimper overtakes her, another powerful surge that makes her spine arch and her body dance eerily in pain on the smooth stone slab.]
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But how long can she manage it? It’s subtle… but each time it happens, it seems to take her just a bit longer to dispel it, sweat breaking out cold and noticeable on her brow.
Those droplets are displaced as she swallows and shakes her head, struggling to force the words out when all she can see in her minds eye each surge of power is blood on her hands and rubble broken all around her, when all she can feel is the reach of claws that aim to rip from her every small and precious joy she has learned to treasure.]
You don’t understand…
[How could he, this man of this foreign land. She can’t expect it, but she tries to impress it as best she can, worry knitting her brow… and not just for herself.]
I’m dangerous- I’m so… I’m so dangerous…
[Perhaps hard to believe when she looked as frail and half-dead as she already did, but-]
If they come back… I don’t know how many people will die…
[Her powers. Her victims. Would this man be among their number? A whimper overtakes her, another powerful surge that makes her spine arch and her body dance eerily in pain on the smooth stone slab.]