[They echo her words and she's ready to fire; they come up with their own, alternate to her thinking, and she puts the wand down again. All the way down, as it happens, on the ground so she can hold her head between her hands again. Others are not so alive. She saw them die. Here they are trying to take her somewhere. Somewhere real?
The blackness is gone, for all she opened her arms to it in that unseen moment. There is only Rose to determine the truth.]
Until I can tell reality from hallucination, I am likely to try to hurt you. [Refuge in bleak honesty is no refuge at all. She shouldn't be so rattled. Rose Lalonde is better than that!]
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The blackness is gone, for all she opened her arms to it in that unseen moment. There is only Rose to determine the truth.]
Until I can tell reality from hallucination, I am likely to try to hurt you. [Refuge in bleak honesty is no refuge at all. She shouldn't be so rattled. Rose Lalonde is better than that!]