Now she imagines losing the war. Now she imagines the Association taking her research and reducing her to helplessness, when she could have been a goddess. She draws herself up and points a wicked finger. "No, finish him!" Where her call for help was flat and toneless, her call to arms is loud and blaring -- too much? Perhaps. But it's something to work with.
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Date: 2012-09-03 08:27 pm (UTC)