She was surrounded on all sides by enemies, and her mind was just one more to the list. She felt like trash, like less than trash, she was utterly useless. And when she was about to give in to the desire to scratch away her skin and let herself die from blood loss, she should have been relieved. But she didn't. She sat on her hands, and bit her lip, and hummed a song under her breath. Because as much as she would like to leave, she wasn't done here. She had work to do.
She didn't even know what that work was, but she knew she couldn't die in good conscience until that work was done. So she sat on her hands, and bit her lip, and hummed a song under her breath.
She wasn't going to let them win yet.
Not by a long shot.
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