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[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Once again, her scrubs are torn, but this time they're more like shredded. She's bone-pale and covered in blood. Most of it, however, is ink black and flecked with little, star-like speckles. She's breathing heavily, a chunk of sharp-edged glass in her hand; drops of mixed red and shimmering black drip from the end and plip rhythmically against the dismembered hand by her feet.]

...I told you, bastards, leave him alone.

Comments

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

That doesn't give you the right to kill anyone.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

There is no such thing as the 'right' to take a life. [She blinks, then frowns, like she isn't sure where that came from.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

...that's what I've been telling you.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

That isn't... what I meant to say.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Then what did you mean to say?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

...it doesn't matter. [Hand to head, hello confusion again.]