[Her face is a picture of pure, determined anger, and she curls her hands into fists, even the one on her broken arm. She grits her teeth against a fresh wave of pain that's hard for even her to power through.]
Yes.
[She spits again, once it's passed.]
If she comes here, that's what I'll do. And if I go back instead, then I'll wait until she dies, and I'll search for her in Tartarus.
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[Her face is a picture of pure, determined anger, and she curls her hands into fists, even the one on her broken arm. She grits her teeth against a fresh wave of pain that's hard for even her to power through.]
Yes.
[She spits again, once it's passed.]
If she comes here, that's what I'll do. And if I go back instead, then I'll wait until she dies, and I'll search for her in Tartarus.