[Glimmer's voice is so soft, and she's coiled next to her. A knot of tension. She can hear her swallowing, almost feel the backdraft of her thoughts going a mile a minute.
Meanwhile, Ellie feels... empty. It just feels heavy, like a weight pressing down. All that guilt and grief and sadness without the fire to keep her burning. She doesn't feel sorry for herself. Not for this -- there is some kind of horrible finality in knowing that at least, it's over. That this is what's left.]
It's really not.
[And that's probably what's fucked up about all of this. Ellie makes herself let go of the sheets so she won't wrinkle them, touch her hands together. Her skin itches.]
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Meanwhile, Ellie feels... empty. It just feels heavy, like a weight pressing down. All that guilt and grief and sadness without the fire to keep her burning. She doesn't feel sorry for herself. Not for this -- there is some kind of horrible finality in knowing that at least, it's over. That this is what's left.]
It's really not.
[And that's probably what's fucked up about all of this. Ellie makes herself let go of the sheets so she won't wrinkle them, touch her hands together. Her skin itches.]
Hurting somebody. Killing them. It's really easy.
The hard part is after.