[ It's too easy to grow cruel back, to latch onto that fierceness with it in kind, teeth to throat claws to skin and his heat with her own. Too easily riled. Hers in tones returned with sharp, mocking laughter. Barking it mean - God perish the thought for whoever was listening, somehow, probably it would be Negri anyway. ]
I have been carved up by such things for years - why on earth should I bother to listen to you, now?
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I have been carved up by such things for years - why on earth should I bother to listen to you, now?