[ She beats on the door with her fists, then kicks it, which does hurt her toes a little but she doesn't care. Let the pain come. There's a flurry of blows as she expends a fiery piece of energy in thirsty seconds of rage, then she pushes back from the door.
Her eyes are glassy and wet, but she refuses to look at Jester. Who will only make it worse. ]
He can't be gone. [ Her voice is quiet as a whisper. ]
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Her eyes are glassy and wet, but she refuses to look at Jester. Who will only make it worse. ]
He can't be gone. [ Her voice is quiet as a whisper. ]