Walk on. If that's what it takes to get out of here, so be it. She can handle it. If she can handle parading out on stage to reenact her guiltiest moment, she can handle this. This— this stupid hallway. This stupid demon, putting together stupid performances of coalesced memories he shouldn't know in the first place. What gives him the right to get inside her head? To screw with her thoughts, make her do things?
Embarrassing.
She isn't anyone's puppet.
She isn't a toy soldier. Not anymore.
They walk on. What other choice is there? They walk on, and she feels her face redden like a tomato. (Easier to avoid these things with a helmet). She boils at the thought of obliging whatever stupid game it is Efrain is playing with her, Connecticut, everyone, by wandering aimlessly. This is a trap. This is a fool's errand. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
She walks on, feeling the strap-muscle across her jaw tighten. Her hands ball into tight, white-knuckled fists and her shoulders rise.
Determination fuels her. She won't stop, but God she'll detest every moment she doesn't.
Walk on. Waste time. Do nothing. Go nowhere.
Carolina, saying nothing, bursting at the seams but saying nothing, keeping it inside where these things belong, sends her fist crashing through the nearest wall and continues to walk on.
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Walk on. If that's what it takes to get out of here, so be it. She can handle it. If she can handle parading out on stage to reenact her guiltiest moment, she can handle this. This— this stupid hallway. This stupid demon, putting together stupid performances of coalesced memories he shouldn't know in the first place. What gives him the right to get inside her head? To screw with her thoughts, make her do things?
Embarrassing.
She isn't anyone's puppet.
She isn't a toy soldier. Not anymore.
They walk on. What other choice is there? They walk on, and she feels her face redden like a tomato. (Easier to avoid these things with a helmet). She boils at the thought of obliging whatever stupid game it is Efrain is playing with her, Connecticut, everyone, by wandering aimlessly. This is a trap. This is a fool's errand. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
She walks on, feeling the strap-muscle across her jaw tighten. Her hands ball into tight, white-knuckled fists and her shoulders rise.
Determination fuels her. She won't stop, but God she'll detest every moment she doesn't.
Walk on. Waste time. Do nothing. Go nowhere.
Carolina, saying nothing, bursting at the seams but saying nothing, keeping it inside where these things belong, sends her fist crashing through the nearest wall and continues to walk on.