( she remembers jumping into the water after him, she remembers giving him mouth to mouth and punching his lights out for scaring the shit out of her, for being a dumb asshole. none of that had compared to the desperation she still feels, though the intensity of it is slowly letting up — enough so that dutch can finally make true on her intent to let go of her gun and of alvis' arm and pull her shirt over her head, to reach for her boots.
as the shirt absorbs more of the water, she begins feeling better, like the blanket of desperation is slowly lifting. pulling on the rest of her clothes and getting to her feet after that is easier; offering alvis a hand up is both a thank you and a means for dutch to reassert independence and strength.
a last deep breath, and then dutch is ready to pretend everything is back to normal, that she didn't just feel crushing despair. ) Have you seen much of the place yet?
how dare
as the shirt absorbs more of the water, she begins feeling better, like the blanket of desperation is slowly lifting. pulling on the rest of her clothes and getting to her feet after that is easier; offering alvis a hand up is both a thank you and a means for dutch to reassert independence and strength.
a last deep breath, and then dutch is ready to pretend everything is back to normal, that she didn't just feel crushing despair. ) Have you seen much of the place yet?