[ She doesn't understand, she cannot understand, and it's cloying up her throat because it means a whole world of things she cannot comprehend, but mean nothing. It's the same tactics, different war. This enemy is just the British, is just the Lycans, is just one more thing to get in her way, one more thing she cannot comprehend but must, that she doesn't have any choice but to fight because what else can she do anymore? She cannot go home, she has not been home for years and now she is so far away from it, it may as well be a dream and she doesn't understand and she's been trying not to - because if he speaks truth then - ]
Excuse me. I need a moment.
[ Devi, Galahad, Tesla, they need her ( she needs them ). The desperate of Whitechapel. What is it but one more group of people she cannot help, she cannot be there for, that she must choose between. How many times must she face these things, over and over again?
For her ire is one thing, happy enough to share the snarling words, but this desperate grief in the back of her throat is another. Grabs her jacket, her sash, and without further explanation, she marches back out the tent. It's laughable, where is she going to go being kept like this? Nowhere, again, just caught, always caught. ]
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Excuse me. I need a moment.
[ Devi, Galahad, Tesla, they need her ( she needs them ). The desperate of Whitechapel. What is it but one more group of people she cannot help, she cannot be there for, that she must choose between. How many times must she face these things, over and over again?
For her ire is one thing, happy enough to share the snarling words, but this desperate grief in the back of her throat is another. Grabs her jacket, her sash, and without further explanation, she marches back out the tent. It's laughable, where is she going to go being kept like this? Nowhere, again, just caught, always caught. ]