Does she sound like Azúcar anymore? The answer is no. Tense and angry, fed up with the idea of giving in, she sounds more than ever like the girl off the streets she used to be. Ignores another heavy tremor and glances around for the nearest uncollapsed tunnel, throwing her translocator as far as it'll go before turning her attention back towards him, bloodied fingers latching onto his jawline and wrenching it upwards to face her. "The Faceless is dead, whoever or whatever was controlling you is dead— I didn't do this to watch you die with them, Locus— stand up."
Consonants razor-sharp, as far as she's concerned, he can have the luxury of self-loathing when he's not operating on her watch.
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Does she sound like Azúcar anymore? The answer is no. Tense and angry, fed up with the idea of giving in, she sounds more than ever like the girl off the streets she used to be. Ignores another heavy tremor and glances around for the nearest uncollapsed tunnel, throwing her translocator as far as it'll go before turning her attention back towards him, bloodied fingers latching onto his jawline and wrenching it upwards to face her. "The Faceless is dead, whoever or whatever was controlling you is dead— I didn't do this to watch you die with them, Locus— stand up."
Consonants razor-sharp, as far as she's concerned, he can have the luxury of self-loathing when he's not operating on her watch.