( her mind keeps replaying images of her past: the first man she'd killed, the second, the fifteenth. the time she asked why, all the times she was denied an answer, the feeling of helplessness that comes with an imbalance of power, of knowledge. the blood of her husband on her wedding dress. losing dav —
it's too much, and all dutch can do is remember to breathe, in and out. she's stronger than this, she has to be stronger. she hates for alvis to see her like this, but it's a distant thought. she'd still rather it be him than a stranger. her clothes remain where they are, for now at least. she wants to be dressed, even if clothes would only provide the illusion of armour, but coordinating the action takes more focus, more strength than she can spare right now.
in and out.
she'll let go of her gun in a moment. she will, and she'll put on her shirt, at least. she will, but she hasn't yet. )
Got here this morning. ( the words are pressed out. morning? telling time on a spaceship is always a strange affair without throwing abduction into the mix. )
sweet
it's too much, and all dutch can do is remember to breathe, in and out. she's stronger than this, she has to be stronger. she hates for alvis to see her like this, but it's a distant thought. she'd still rather it be him than a stranger. her clothes remain where they are, for now at least. she wants to be dressed, even if clothes would only provide the illusion of armour, but coordinating the action takes more focus, more strength than she can spare right now.
in and out.
she'll let go of her gun in a moment. she will, and she'll put on her shirt, at least. she will, but she hasn't yet. )
Got here this morning. ( the words are pressed out. morning? telling time on a spaceship is always a strange affair without throwing abduction into the mix. )