[Callisto snaps, glaring daggers at Lexa. The fact that the other woman hasn't actually done anything to warrant this is of no consequence here; her anger is equal opportunity.
But then, just as suddenly as it had come on, it drains - not entirely, but enough for her to do something besides rage and spit.]
It's sort of funny, if you think about it. Your only real emotions are good ones, with occasional echoes of other things. And mine? Only bad ones, with occasional echoes of other things. We're two peas in a pod, you and me. Put us together and we're almost a whole person.
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[Callisto snaps, glaring daggers at Lexa. The fact that the other woman hasn't actually done anything to warrant this is of no consequence here; her anger is equal opportunity.
But then, just as suddenly as it had come on, it drains - not entirely, but enough for her to do something besides rage and spit.]
It's sort of funny, if you think about it. Your only real emotions are good ones, with occasional echoes of other things. And mine? Only bad ones, with occasional echoes of other things. We're two peas in a pod, you and me. Put us together and we're almost a whole person.