She shoved the sheets away from her body in a sudden hot rush of rage, swinging her legs over the side, her forearms engulfed in green energy. She'd wanted to get up off the bed and walk away but it wasn't happening; this was her third death toll and she hadn't understood they got worse until she realised she could barely feel her leg.
"You think I like being this total psychotic? You think I like being compared to Joker? You think I'm having fun?!" She reached out for something, anything to take her rage out on, grabbed a jug of water on the nightstand and hurled it at the opposite wall. It was plastic and clattered harmlessly to the floor, which made her even angrier.
"I hate this. I hate that this fucking place finally got to me. You want to know why I thought it'd be a good idea? I DON'T KNOW." Mostly using her arms, she hauled herself off the bed and turned to face Kirk, her legs numb and shaking underneath her. There were tears pouring down her face. She knew it was ugly.
"After the engine room I came back and I was broken, okay? I came back and I was wrong. And if I died again I thought - fuck, I don't know - "
Her legs gave out. She slid down to her knees, arms splayed across the bed, her face against the sheet.
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She shoved the sheets away from her body in a sudden hot rush of rage, swinging her legs over the side, her forearms engulfed in green energy. She'd wanted to get up off the bed and walk away but it wasn't happening; this was her third death toll and she hadn't understood they got worse until she realised she could barely feel her leg.
"You think I like being this total psychotic? You think I like being compared to Joker? You think I'm having fun?!" She reached out for something, anything to take her rage out on, grabbed a jug of water on the nightstand and hurled it at the opposite wall. It was plastic and clattered harmlessly to the floor, which made her even angrier.
"I hate this. I hate that this fucking place finally got to me. You want to know why I thought it'd be a good idea? I DON'T KNOW." Mostly using her arms, she hauled herself off the bed and turned to face Kirk, her legs numb and shaking underneath her. There were tears pouring down her face. She knew it was ugly.
"After the engine room I came back and I was broken, okay? I came back and I was wrong. And if I died again I thought - fuck, I don't know - "
Her legs gave out. She slid down to her knees, arms splayed across the bed, her face against the sheet.