The silver lining about growing up in the undercity? You can breathe through just about anything, and yeah, shit's still shit, but one can filter it out a little more. That's a fucking edge. And if you don't think about it? Maybe you don't even smell it at all for a little while.
She almost can't remember life before this endless stretch of days, hundreds upon hundreds - stacked up atop each other they might be high enough to climb the fuck out of this shithole - but they crash down into a jumble of time, little fragments of what came before, a flash of blue braids, a flicker of light, something else that hurts too much to recall so she'll just shake it off, fists against the cell wall quicker than the thoughts can come, quicker than the images - a steady stream of hits until she stops, tensing as the door slides back, someone's unceremoniously kicked through (okay, sure, there's some kind of ceremony in it) and she's standing, fists raised.
"How do you extend forever, anyway? Got some kind of special math for that?"
Forever is what it feels like, and she's got to stay on the offense. (Everyone's a threat. Everyone here's an enemy, yeah?) But it's the wardens she tosses the words at, not the stranger. What he gets, finally, is:
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Date: 2024-02-29 02:45 am (UTC)She almost can't remember life before this endless stretch of days, hundreds upon hundreds - stacked up atop each other they might be high enough to climb the fuck out of this shithole - but they crash down into a jumble of time, little fragments of what came before, a flash of blue braids, a flicker of light, something else that hurts too much to recall so she'll just shake it off, fists against the cell wall quicker than the thoughts can come, quicker than the images - a steady stream of hits until she stops, tensing as the door slides back, someone's unceremoniously kicked through (okay, sure, there's some kind of ceremony in it) and she's standing, fists raised.
"How do you extend forever, anyway? Got some kind of special math for that?"
Forever is what it feels like, and she's got to stay on the offense. (Everyone's a threat. Everyone here's an enemy, yeah?) But it's the wardens she tosses the words at, not the stranger. What he gets, finally, is:
"Who the fuck are you?"