[Her shoulders tighten and there's just a hint of a curl to her lip, a small glint of white teeth in response to the proximity. What he says doesn't trip over into the kind of immediate fear that might get him bitten, but it fills her stomach with aching dread. Prepare for the worst.
The thought of the worst is what has her wanting to leap out of this chair, tear everything around her to shreds, maybe tear herself to shreds. The idea of her skin having been taken and hidden away somewhere is terrifying, but the possibility that it might be gone, not brought here with her at all, is an unthinkable horror.
Her voice is shaking when she replies. She's shaking--but it might be mistaken for shivering in the cold.]
Bastards who take away powers...but not all of them? Not...everything. Right?
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The thought of the worst is what has her wanting to leap out of this chair, tear everything around her to shreds, maybe tear herself to shreds. The idea of her skin having been taken and hidden away somewhere is terrifying, but the possibility that it might be gone, not brought here with her at all, is an unthinkable horror.
Her voice is shaking when she replies. She's shaking--but it might be mistaken for shivering in the cold.]
Bastards who take away powers...but not all of them? Not...everything. Right?