[ Violet rubs at her face, smearing dirt and dried blood. She's cried before, but only once like this, with this deep painful pit opening in the center of her chest and the helpless desire to curl in on herself, like she's trying to protect a wound.
She doesn't trust herself with words, so she nods in response to Mordred's question. She's feeling a lot. She can't say she likes any of it. ]
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She doesn't trust herself with words, so she nods in response to Mordred's question. She's feeling a lot. She can't say she likes any of it. ]