[She stares at her, bright eyes in a paper thin face. She comes in the shape of a frail, thin woman but the sensation of her in Lakshmi's grip is an animal - a snake beginning to uncoil. A heavy banded body turning over to wrap at the woman's wrist.]
Is it? [As if she's genuinely asking. Unblinking.] Are you certain?
[Has it ever been just hers? Or has she always been bound by the responsibility she has to something else - someone else - a nation and a world which needs her to be coerced by the force applied in her direction? In what way does anyone not bend to meet the world they find themselves in and against? There's no fight is the enemy isn't acknowledged and clearly, clearly, this woman desires to set her teeth to that which stands to threaten her.
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Is it? [As if she's genuinely asking. Unblinking.] Are you certain?
[Has it ever been just hers? Or has she always been bound by the responsibility she has to something else - someone else - a nation and a world which needs her to be coerced by the force applied in her direction? In what way does anyone not bend to meet the world they find themselves in and against? There's no fight is the enemy isn't acknowledged and clearly, clearly, this woman desires to set her teeth to that which stands to threaten her.
Is this really so different from that?]