Absurdly, it's Washington's voice that echoes in her mind, asking without any genuine sense of genuine inquisition: are we even sure Texas can take her armour off?
It almost makes her laugh, hysteric and humourless, but the sound doesn't make it past the back of her throat before morphing into a bitter sob that she swallows just as quickly.
(CT never did find out for certain, one way or another.)
"W-Welcome to living in a bubble overseen by demons," she says, grabbing at her own codpiece until the clasps pop. "Sometimes— they kidnap us into a second bubble to s-screw with us even more."
Toes against heel, she kicks at the back of one of the boots until it starts coming apart.
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Absurdly, it's Washington's voice that echoes in her mind, asking without any genuine sense of genuine inquisition: are we even sure Texas can take her armour off?
It almost makes her laugh, hysteric and humourless, but the sound doesn't make it past the back of her throat before morphing into a bitter sob that she swallows just as quickly.
(CT never did find out for certain, one way or another.)
"W-Welcome to living in a bubble overseen by demons," she says, grabbing at her own codpiece until the clasps pop. "Sometimes— they kidnap us into a second bubble to s-screw with us even more."
Toes against heel, she kicks at the back of one of the boots until it starts coming apart.