[ And contrary to all that - she starts to laugh, laugh and laugh and laugh. It's ugly, miserable, as awful a sound as laughter full of regrets could be. ]
Try again.
[ He slips down and with that angle, she lays her hands over his, and slow, steady, she pulls the blade free. Heaving with the pain, burning in every limb, and her heart beats hard against her lungs, not in fear, but her whole body alive. The race of purpose that fills her from mind to limb to this knife in her hand. The splash of her blood over them both as she takes in wretched breath. ] If you're looking for remorse, you will find none in me.
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Try again.
[ He slips down and with that angle, she lays her hands over his, and slow, steady, she pulls the blade free. Heaving with the pain, burning in every limb, and her heart beats hard against her lungs, not in fear, but her whole body alive. The race of purpose that fills her from mind to limb to this knife in her hand. The splash of her blood over them both as she takes in wretched breath. ] If you're looking for remorse, you will find none in me.