[ It takes every bit of her, too new, too exposed, a little girl fumbling with her weapons, to keep her knuckles from being sliced open, but worse - she shudders, a miserable sensation, that hunches her shoulders up. Tenses every muscle, held fast, won't crumble, won't relinquish her hold.
Holds herself so hard, she can feel her nails bite to blood through her hold on Cathaway's clothes, into her own palm. ]
Because I will never be coerced by force. Of my mind or my body. My will is my own to dictate.
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Holds herself so hard, she can feel her nails bite to blood through her hold on Cathaway's clothes, into her own palm. ]
Because I will never be coerced by force. Of my mind or my body. My will is my own to dictate.