[It tapers off eventually into hiccups that sound a little like sobs, then she's quiet again, except for some rustling as she searches through her clothes for something.]
because she's sunk a small knife into her arm, damn near through it, and has her ears pinned back and tail lashing as she stands with blood dripping onto the ground.]
[ she's going to rush over as soon as she sees the knife and the blood and grab her freaking wrist. ] What the fuck do you think you're doing?! [ squeezes, tight, giving her a tug until she's close enough for her to pull the knife out. ]
Kohime, answer me! [ it's a bit difficult one handed, but she'll be attempting to cut up her skirt, so she can make some makeshift bandages. ]
If it's my whole stupid thing, then why the hell are you doing it?!
Stop saying that! Stop it, Kohime, stop it right! now!! Do you know how many times I could have walked away because of something like this! Instead of trying to make it work I could have just been like I'm done, but I refuse to do that, because I. love. you. and I think you're worth all the effort. Stop comparing yourself to other people! You're not other people and that's why I care about you!
[She stabbed right through, so this is a 'needs stitches' kind of situation.]
No, you don't!
I don't know what kind of world you came from, but this one is like mine –– you don't get to have everyone, and everything! You get nothing and no one, and someday you'll have to choose.
[ she's still going to bandage it up until she decides if she's calling a sensitiv or intensity. fuck. she can't believe she stabbed herself this badly. ]
...
I think the only big decision any of us will be making is the decision of heaven, hell, or other. And I already made mine a long time ago, ...
I feel like I'm just incapable of making you happy. Like, we're doing so good and then... [ grits her teeth and huffs, sniffling a bit. ] You should know I'm not one to follow the rules or, like, give up and stuff, and who is going to tell me I can't have it all? Who's going to stop me?
I want you. I want them. [ but her endgame will probably net her no one. ]
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