[ She almost fumbles with the silver shape when Jack gets it for her. Her fingers are covered in blood and she isn't listening to them, isn't listening to anything beyond the rush of blood in her head. Shaking fingers tug at the collar of her shirt until she can rip it open. Her iratze mark is against her chest, because the closer to the heart it goes the more effective it works and she'd never really thought about it until now. Never thought she'd wish she could have the mark actually on her heart.
Her skin burns under white light as she connects the two separate pieces, giving a small sob as it immediately sinks into her skin and vanishes again. She repeats it three, four, five times until it holds for longer than a second. Her face is wet in places with her tears, tacky where she's bled. Her grip gets firmer by the second until she's gritting her teeth and taking a shuddering breath and replacing the mark again. ]
I'm --. [ A hitch. ] I'm okay.
[ Rinse, repeat. She's sorry boys, she would have broken this to you gently. ]
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Her skin burns under white light as she connects the two separate pieces, giving a small sob as it immediately sinks into her skin and vanishes again. She repeats it three, four, five times until it holds for longer than a second. Her face is wet in places with her tears, tacky where she's bled. Her grip gets firmer by the second until she's gritting her teeth and taking a shuddering breath and replacing the mark again. ]
I'm --. [ A hitch. ] I'm okay.
[ Rinse, repeat. She's sorry boys, she would have broken this to you gently. ]