[ dutch is not nearly as tall as the man coming toward her. there are scars littered across her body, but none so visible as the scar across his nose and cheeks. her clothing is form-fitting but functional, revealing a dancer's physique, her hair is tied back — and there's no part of her that betrays any fear of him because she isn't scared. it's less because he looks kind of she studies his face, his eyes, and more that she knows, with an instinctive certainty that she can't explain, that she could take him in a fight, even now. ]
I'm all right. [ she's not; she's exhausted and hating it, the way it drags at her — but even if she doesn't remember it, dutch has learned how to control everything about her body, how to push through pain and injuries and exhaustion, through fear and desperation. ]
If it's all around town, it's probably controlling us no matter where we go. [ at least if it's anything like the wall that was around — the name of the place escapes her, and she's frowning for a moment before it comes to her — old town. ]
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I'm all right. [ she's not; she's exhausted and hating it, the way it drags at her — but even if she doesn't remember it, dutch has learned how to control everything about her body, how to push through pain and injuries and exhaustion, through fear and desperation. ]
If it's all around town, it's probably controlling us no matter where we go. [ at least if it's anything like the wall that was around — the name of the place escapes her, and she's frowning for a moment before it comes to her — old town. ]