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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* Angel ([personal profile] brokencode) wrote in [community profile] ohmyarceus 2016-08-27 12:43 am (UTC)

I can find somewhere to work. Someone might help me. I can...

[The more she speaks, the more hopeless she feels. It's nothing she hasn't dealt with before. For every complaint, for every word she speaks against him, there's an argument. He'd spent years preying on her weaknesses, and then convincing her that she would never be anything more than them. She might not have been the frail, dying girl that he had killed on Pandora, but she's no worldly explorer, either. The last time she'd even so much as ran a few feet was years earlier, a distant memory hidden behind trauma and eridium induced fog.]

[She can't even hope for rescue. As far as she can tell, anyone who knew her, or better, knew of Jack was a universe away. There would be no dashing rescue, no heroes to rescue her from his clutches. Even if she runs, she's in an unfamiliar land. With her luck, she'd run right into his arms.]

[As it is, the dog is the only thing that keeps her from saying yes outright. Her expression, thoughtful and sad, becomes something bitter.]


I'm not a child, Jack.

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