[ morgoth is someone to fear — he kidnapped and hurt so many for a chance at freedom, deliberately set out to demonstrate how much stronger he is than her even after he'd already been on arima. he might not look like it, but his mind and mental powers are far more extensive than anderson's, and she can make a grown man piss himself — and has — just by playing mind games with him.
she doesn't flinch away from bellamy when he approaches her. he's not the threat here, and his behaviour and mind aren't threatening. she's not scared of him — but with what happened on arima at the forefront of her mind, with memories of rape and torture at the hand of men right there, she still tenses even though she knows he's not a threat.
she lowers the gun, but it's less because of his words or his command and more because- ] It wouldn't do any good anyway. I know. [ the last part is addressed at morgoth, and her voice doesn't tremble as much as her hand. she might not be able to put on a good show of bravery right now, but at least she's trying.
morgoth just laughs at her, darkly amused and still ignoring bellamy except for- ] You think he can help you? Rescue you from what they've done to you? [ and in her mind, the memory of peach trees resurfaces, the one she knows isn't real but remembers as just as real as the one that actually happened. the one where anderson is on the ground, naked, blood running down her back where they'd whipped her — ]
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she doesn't flinch away from bellamy when he approaches her. he's not the threat here, and his behaviour and mind aren't threatening. she's not scared of him — but with what happened on arima at the forefront of her mind, with memories of rape and torture at the hand of men right there, she still tenses even though she knows he's not a threat.
she lowers the gun, but it's less because of his words or his command and more because- ] It wouldn't do any good anyway. I know. [ the last part is addressed at morgoth, and her voice doesn't tremble as much as her hand. she might not be able to put on a good show of bravery right now, but at least she's trying.
morgoth just laughs at her, darkly amused and still ignoring bellamy except for- ] You think he can help you? Rescue you from what they've done to you? [ and in her mind, the memory of peach trees resurfaces, the one she knows isn't real but remembers as just as real as the one that actually happened. the one where anderson is on the ground, naked, blood running down her back where they'd whipped her — ]