Libby drops the telekinesis and tugs her sleeves over her hands--will that help? She has no idea. But she seizes his fingers clumsily and squeezes them.
"Listen--" this makes her physically sick, it really does, but she doesn't know what else to do. She's not stupid enough to really think that talking to him will bring him back.
"Come with me. We'll find more people who didn't--who didn't get it right, 'kay? And we'll bring them back here." She could knock him out, but she doesn't know how hard she'd have to hit him, and anything hard enough to keep him out long would brain damage him. (If he isn't already, some sick whisper tells her, but she won't listen.) "And--"
Hopeless, voice trembling, she hates this and herself and everything in the entire universe: "You don't care if I hurt you anymore, do you?"
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Libby drops the telekinesis and tugs her sleeves over her hands--will that help? She has no idea. But she seizes his fingers clumsily and squeezes them.
"Listen--" this makes her physically sick, it really does, but she doesn't know what else to do. She's not stupid enough to really think that talking to him will bring him back.
"Come with me. We'll find more people who didn't--who didn't get it right, 'kay? And we'll bring them back here." She could knock him out, but she doesn't know how hard she'd have to hit him, and anything hard enough to keep him out long would brain damage him. (If he isn't already, some sick whisper tells her, but she won't listen.) "And--"
Hopeless, voice trembling, she hates this and herself and everything in the entire universe: "You don't care if I hurt you anymore, do you?"